They sat <br />motionless, <br />back to back <br />in the bright ginghammed cafe. <br /> <br />(Their carers had left them <br />to pay for scones and tea) <br /> <br />He stared with empty eyes <br />at the blue green hills <br />spread out like a quilt. <br /> <br />Her eyes were empty too <br />as she studied her hands <br />gnarled into soft claws. <br /> <br />Two strangers <br />who didn't know <br />where they were <br />or who they were <br />or why they were sitting <br />so still <br />so still <br />in the bright ginghammed cafe. <br /> <br />I folded my unread newspaper. <br />A small wisp of distant smoke <br />curled like a ribbon.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-life-10/
