A Human Ripple

Sitting in a Costa cafe

watching human traffic

as it comes and goes….

it’s quiet…. except for the kids

Summer Hols….

three weeks left

practically a life time

if I remember correct

sitting by the window

at the shopping mall entrance

is a prefect position

for scanning everyone twice!

I see the well to do

by the cars they park

and the down at heel

that worn out look

then again,

looks can deceive!

soon the cafe will return

to calm

when the kids have gone!

as the afternoon drifts…. towards

teatime

but this place is as steady as

a stream

a constant dribble

each story a ripple….a riddle

and the coffee cup is finally

empty

perhaps ….it’s time I left?

 

Thatcher Doran

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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