The Street Seller

She squats on the pavement
her back against
the bank’s glass front,
a few bowls
of vegetables
around her
on the footpath.

Crowds throng past her
and the other
stoic street sellers
along the footpath
in front of modern
plate glassed windows.

The street seller
stares at the feet
passing her by,
rousing herself when
a walker stops
beside her wares.

Now she is motionless again,
her almond eyes
black agates
in dark pockets
in a weather beaten face
framed by limp hair.

Previously posted December 2015.

The Street Seller