Nothing to See Here
rushing to the office
cold dark November morning
my skin tingling
going by the boring brown wall
it is always the same
trash heaped against it
lunch time
rushing past the same
boring brown wall
it is always the same…..
wait no……
a blue and red umbrella
opened to block the view
lonely corner
now occupied
the fabric of the umbrella
rippling in the chilly breeze
a small stuffed toy
peeks out at the office workers
I hurry on my way.
Nothing to see here.