We Build Shells

My first winter in Worcester

Snow falls feathery to the pavement

Surrendering to the heat of tires

Walking patiently across the road

Enjoying lazy Sunday afternoon

 

Japanese lady passes by

Stone faced with a clean umbrella

Fashionable children smiling up at the sky

I miss the company of sailors

 

Enter smiling into a local store

Drying while I peruse each isle

No intention do I have to purchase

People watching is something to do

 

Make my way back to my golden haired love

She greets me with open arms

We talk the seconds away

Enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon