Seen through windows

Seen through windows

Blank looks

On welfare faces

Join the queue

Of strangers

Waiting in line

For soup at the kitchen

Gathered in spaces

Warming hands

Around fiery braziers

Under the arches

Of a thoroughfare

With drivers

Seen through windows

Picking noses

Wearing blank looks

Reading online books

As they wait

For the green light

To pass go

Enclosed in metal jackets

To protect

Empty hearts

Where does it start

Who is following

Who is chasing whom

When is it different

On the outside

Looking in

Or on the inside looking out

Perhaps it is all the same

In the end

A matter of interpretation

Or is that the privilege

Talking

Should you dig

Your hand

In your pocket,

Not that you carry much

In the way of money these days,

Or keep walking