I stand at the corner of an indoor market
Spend my time casually
Studying people’s shoes.
Adopt the slouch to match.
A surprisingly stylish pair of brown shoes
Keep an old man
And his baggy blue trousers
Shuffling up and down the tiled alleyway.
The roof is a mix of weathered wood and red curves.
Flat caps and memories.
Enduring as if there was no other way to exist.
At the corner again
I think about bringing you here one day
And pointing out all the people
Like the works of art they have always been
When no one was looking