The Big Depressi

Man and His Watch II

I sit on a bench

Across a man

That lies on the opposite side

Of the road that divides us

He rolls his head along his shoulders

His fedora threatens

To slip from its perch

Atop his head

Lowering his gaze

He lifts his arm

For his eyes

And watch to met

Pursing his lips impatiently

He swiftly lifts his head

Head shifting from left to right

To be met with the same quiet street