Crossed legs
Fixed expression
‘Any spare change?’
Glittering stubble and rotten apple cheeks
Invisible and camouflaged in pavement colour
Street textures
Of course he has a can by his side
Wouldn’t you take anything to
Hide from the hard surfaces
Sharp edges and yet he is there
I don’t have any change
Too busy running to stay in place
To accumulate coins
And we are all one bad day
From sitting down
Crossed legs
Fixed expression
‘Any spare change?’
But desperation
Hardens and focuses a man
Like in romantic comedies
Except you’re stalking life
Thinking it is mutable
And you are not
Maybe he sat down because
He figured out
It is the other way
Around
MB Blissett 