Sat near PicardyLoose ends frayed There are sirens A hint of the winter just passed Past? Both. -------- She's two benches down I smell her food Grilled veg She's just a girl sitting outside to eat a late lunch or early dinner But she has food, and I am hungry I can smell her food over the diesel fumes wafting over from the roundabout, over the scent of the city around me. The wind changes. It's the smell of the city again. But I'm still hungry.