I perch upon my stoop
Feet resting on crumbling sandstone
Fingers laying on cracked wicker
My thrown to view my world
There is a breeze
Clouds are covering and uncovering the sun
Like a ragged blanket pulled across the sky
People step along the concrete walk
I eye them -
Those visitors in my domain
Perhaps my stretch of sidewalk
Leads him to
a lovers apartment
Where she waits with candles lit
And a prime cut of fish warm in the oven
Perhaps, at this very moment, she is looking
Out her window
Searching the street below for her guest
While she sets a bouquet of fresh cut flowers
In her grandmother’s crystal vase
All I see: a faceless man
Passing through my walk