There’s something about watching
the world go by.
Even a small world,
of one street that curves,
broken by a pedestrian strip
Streetlamps littered along the way
Taxis waiting earnestly for their
first passengers of the night
Pink and purple shades have dimmed
Fairy lights seemingly floating on the top of the building adjacent
Fireflies of the urban playground.
Waves of tourists march by
Curious, anticipating, filled with wonder
Waiting on the street corner
Waiting by the red telephone booth
Waiting alone at the table
Looking hopeful, somewhat anxiously at their phones
A date maybe, they’ve yet to arrive
Anxious to be seen alone, by themselves
Everyone’s looking at their goddamn phones actually
So who cares?
– dudette with a fraying hat