I had lunch
waited for the sun
rocked about in a chair
listened to some birds
bickering illeterate words
over crumbs -or worms
I sang aloud
a few phrases
in empathy
of my solitude
crossed my legs
re-crossed them
and sat up straight
I overlooked my hands
noticed wrinkles
on the fingers
and looked at my feet
which are immensely small
the sun came
lighting a cigarette
got up for a stroll

nobody called
or whistled on the street
my passing was unnoticed
so I sang aloud again
when no one was watching
and strolled back home