Stench at a bookstore cafe.
A deadly aroma wafts my senses.
It must be from that old man
reading the paper,
wearing white and gray New Balances,
sitting in the brown, faux-leather
chair with brass-studded armrests,
giving it a comfortable,
and worn look bookstores and coffee shops
He doesn't seem to realize that he
has made an impact,
on a person's life.
No one is invisible.
We exist to make our presence felt,
whether we or anybody else desire to.
We'll do bo