Town at Lunchtime

The town about me
bustles and thrives

The
papers seller lifts his head and cries

style="MARGIN: 0pt">The child starts and yells out in fear

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0pt">The mother reassures her and
makes it clear.

 

The teenagers jump and lark about

style="MARGIN: 0pt">The shoppers weary, watch out for the lout

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0pt">And there I am watching,
watching it all

And
there she is oblivious, oblivious and cool.

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style="MARGIN: 0pt">A passing beauty, her name is unknown

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0pt">Gracefully floating, on her
way home

If only she'd
spot me, if just for a second

Then I could smile to her, pointlessly I reckon.