Town at Lunchtime

The town about me
bustles and thrivesThe
papers seller lifts his head and criesThe child starts and yells out in fearThe mother reassures her and
makes it clear. The teenagers jump and lark aboutThe shoppers weary, watch out for the loutAnd there I am watching,
watching it allAnd
there she is oblivious, oblivious and cool. A passing beauty, her name is unknownGracefully floating, on her
way homeIf only she'd
spot me, if just for a secondThen I could smile to her, pointlessly I reckon.