Street Side Cafe

Street Side cafe

A kaleidoscopic collage of life,
Scurrying around their daily lives.

Seating alone in a street side cafe,
Subconsciously conscious.
Brown skin, beard and a hooded shirt.

Lady with a head scarf,
Child holding her hand,
Furtive glance, apprehensive,
As she goes out to the street.

Banker, impeccably dressed,
Cell phone to the ear,
Briefcase in hand.
Apprehensive, suspicious,
As he hurriedly goes in
For his morning cup of joe.

A packet wrapped in green plastic
Left on a table.
More apprehensive glances.
Roll of newspaper
Left by someone.

Our lives will never be normal.
Suspicion eating us all.

Distant wailing of sirens,
People running.

With a heavy heart, step out to sidewalk.
Patrons, breathing a sigh of relief.

Corner from the street side cafe,
Flashing lights,
Paramedics and police cars,
Some drunk driver has just ran a red light.


Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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