A bit of an odd one.

Scene outside a cafe on Monday

There must be something there to see,
something in the pavement, maybe
its umbrella-black patches of drying rain or.
mud-filled cracks. Perhaps it's in the walls--
how unwashed they are and muddied--or
in the cash machine itself, its curved screen
blinking and a receipt flapping uselessly,
perfectly perforated. I have a suspicion
the fat man's suit shop is where the drama
is, but its a woman I finally settle on; her
tied back hair and ear-fiddling, her trousers
gathered at the crotch from walking, a flash
of glamorous salmon at the cuffs of a faded
fleece. Her six steps to the road.