I saw a solo sojourner
traipsing without care,
seemingly surmising
that no one saw him there.
But I saw him quite well,
despite the sun's sharp glare,
his every minute motion
less a whisper than a blare.
My noontime entertainment here
a ninety-minute stare,
I started up some music
on my cheap MP3 player.
Amusing though his antics played,
I knew how badly he'd soon fare,
when I depressed the button
on the right arm of my chair.
Grimacing then grinning,
I pulled my sleeved arm bare,
glad I'd had this lengthy break
from being forced to be aware.
