Looking Out A Broken Window Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

As l gaze through the window I saw a poor boy
by the vegetable market with torn out trousers and broken rubber shoe
sole.
The whiteness of his skin has darkened to the blackness of coal.
An authoritative policemen with a whistle in his mouth and hands in the
air whilst vehicles come to a stop.
His shiny brown shoes touch roughness of the tarmacked road
and clothes filled with the scent of lavender soap.
Chubby dog gulping food from dirty restaurant leftovers
from an untidy silver bins overwhelmed by stench rubbish on a corner.
A cautious vendor selling green ripe apples holding
in her old cracked hands a corer.
A beautiful woman with a warm smile as a handsome young man
gives her a red rose.
He had bought from an accommodating florist.
A stout old woman with unzipped purse holding a wooden stick trying
to cross the busy road.
A calculating thief following her pretending to be a
gentle men but easily given up by his dirty and cheap wardrobe.
Tall shopkeeper chatting with an ugly fat butcher
about business patterns around the globe.
An angry cat waiting tirelessly for a carefree mouse
to come out of its hole.
I see nothing but only a busy street around the market street
as I look out through a broken window.