Geoffrey One Saturday Morning 2024.

He lights his first cigarette

of the day, inhales,

gazes at the passing crowds

who pass him by

outside the coffee shop.

The summer sun

warms him.

He sips the iced coffee

the barista brought out to him

some moments past.

His late wife would not

have sat beside him here

she disliked coffee and crowds.

But he can sit and smoke

and sip coffee

to his heart's content.

He exhales and smiles

and notes the passing girls

too young now to move

his limbs or mind.

He sits sipping

the iced coffee

like one blind.