Shopping Trip

Wednesday shopping
a bussle of bags.  A stop:
the midweek cafe.

A man shares table.
Brown with wind, beard crumb flecked.
A croak. Granite.

Water drips on stone.
The plastic flowers revive.
People come and go.

I pass the newspaper.
Speechless as an Owl is in
the wrong of day.

The till rings tallies.
The coach arrives, below...
The viewpoint changes.