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.