I stand over the bridge
Warm wind flips my hair
People walk by
Unknown to them, I watch

A man with the breeze through his hair
Says to the girl “Take care!”
Even though the gust shakes his words
The girl acknowledges she heard
With a smile she blushes and she turns

A man with his dog
Jogs through the thick fog
Headphones in his ears
Running like he could beat the years
Fit for his age
Runs in a jacket of sage
His dog, covered in spots
Tries to avoid tripping in the potholes
The brown legs march
Both their bodies wreak of parch

A girl with odd hair
Catches quite a few stares
However she walks like she is a queen
She takes these stares like she declared her royalty
Her strut takes boys’ breath away
She laughs at their dismay

People-Watching
They don’t know I’m here
Yet they change how I walk
How I run
How I say good-bye
How I take one’s breath away