I’ve seen so many eyes today

Shifting up and down in the social ocean

Of High Street like buoys lost

But never giving up.

One or two have recently cried

Some from laughter, others not.

Another finds interest in the concrete.

Hers are full of flame, and

His are cooling off.

The old man looks confused.

The young just the same but

In other ways.

I am walking in the rain

And smiling,

But no one holds my gaze.