Crisp in the morning
blossoming branches hang over the footpath
well tended gardens house yappy dogs
cats watch scornfully out of designer windows
Schoolgirls wander the streets
not in class
footpath veers in strange angles.
Crowds of yuppies
out on the footpath at Wholly bagels tables
in the Saturday sun
expensive sunglasses and smoked salmon.
I'm a spy here
I don't belong.