I look out at the expanse of window and watch,
As those immature beasts pass by.
Couples and triplets,
Not wanton with an ounce of future to their name,
Yet expecting the whole world
To fall at their feet.
Some look hallucinated,
Some look up quickly and see
Me, and I turn down,
Become invisible,
Watch the clouds, sunbathe,
Anything to de-clutch
Those globes away from mine.
Those beautiful starlets
Young, able bodied beauties
Thin and blending in,
Keep walking on their career catwalk.
I cling on to the reflection,
With good timing I watch them go in,
And saunter down again as the grown up wanderers patrol
Past, shirts and skirts
Congealed in pens and food.
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