PIZZA SHOP

PIZZA SHOP
A Poem by Rene Velez

Backpacks by the
Corner table
Jittery soda chuckles,
mother jokes and
Cold crusts,

Fresh pies
From the oven
Steaming a
Fresh bread smell,

a child
Standing on her chair,
finger in her ear
And a mischievous smile
Ignores her mother's
Call to sit as she
stares randomly,

Urban activity streaming
While people window watch
Between chews and soft drink
Sips

Bike chain rattles free,
Pies in the basket,
once again deliveries
Brave the cold winds.

© 2014 Rene Velez