Strangers

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.