People Watching Poem by Ryano ; ,

A white café window
Offers a fitting seat
On a busy cobble street

Crowds of people walk to & fro
Like a gentle river in steady flow

They watch
Flags flutter overhead
Murals stories high
But cloth & paint tell nothing like

The wrinkles around their eyes
Cuts on callous hands
Hunches in their backs
Swiftness in their step
The baggage that they pack
Places they have left
Their up & coming task
The trough within their smile
The face upon their mask

When the final drop of coffee
Settles at the base below

Out of my seat
& to my feat
I go