I the observer

It´s I

Here I sit in the grass
Surrounded by progress
ambition is nervous

The sun shines and the city laughs
and spews music
young men walk and girls hide

Here I sit on a huge brick
the building block for a roof or a floor
a soon to develope smile for acquisition


weedseed heads sway
in the warm autumn linger
car noises make them dance too

A mother´s distant whining
In a cabin of ten kids
the cushioned cacaphony

Here i sit as plates hit tables
oven´s burst open and aromas hit noses
lunchtime springs from midday as I watch and listen