She sits outside
Watches the activity
On the street that
Disappears into the
Unknown
A kid on the way
To the small school
Chews and spits
Staining the road
Black
Women wander
From store to store
Thin cigarettes
Hanging between sooty
Nails
A gentleman sits
Outside the cafe
Leisurely blowing
Cigar smoke into the
Air
Thirty years pass
Still she sits
Watching the street
That has not yet
Disappeared
A kid on his way
To the big school
Sucks on a
Moist snus pouch and
Swallows
Girls tired from
Shopping move to
A hookah lounge
To share some sooty
Clouds
And a gentleman sits
Inside the cafe
Leisurely blowing
Vapor from his fancy
E-cigar
She wonders how
It is possible for
The world to change
While people remain the
Same