People Watching
Slapping against sidewalk
he advances.
Sandals flopping loosely
wearing laundry--
sheets and pillowcases
flap around him.
Imagine that.
Click, clack behind me
I turn
poor thing--
her mother ran out of material
making her dress.
It barely covers her
assets.
Imagine that!
I smile to see them
arm in arm--
security comes in pairs.
They must have gone swimming--
some rascal
stole their street clothes.
Imagine that.