A Random Poem Written While Looking Beside A Window Poem by RIC BASTASA

from where i sit
i see a man with a black shirt

an old man, smoking his cigar
beside a hollow-block fence

wearing faded jeans
consistently smoking

perhaps killing time
brown shoes fresh with mud

by the road his back leaning
against a wall across my room

the cigar between his fingers
sleepy and not minding

a fat lady with flowery dress
passing by

he is under a mango tree
lush against the backdrop of