At the crossing
I noticed this lady
She had a chin
more suitable for Popeye,
a round and used face,
wore sunglasses
to hide god knows what,
wore a simple black shirt
and tight camo-patterned leggings
not helping her silhouette.
We walked the crossing
and into the shopping street.
She paced towards show windows
of Chanel and Burberry.
I walked to the other side
where there was a pub.
I smile at our parting,
I'm glad we're strangers
dear lady popeye.