Observational Poem

            Such a small place, but fits so many different people in there. Crowded, loud, quiet, busy, that’s everything it is in this place. People behind me, sitting down talking about how for lunch all he had was sugar packets, while another was telling them her poem.

Once they get up after sitting down for a few minutes its empty and quiet in the room. With just us sitting down, talking about crushes, school and the international kids in our school. It feels nice to be out of school for the day, to just sit down in a little café and talk about just anything.

People in front of me, they ate pretty quickly, seemed pretty eager to get out, maybe it’s because a group of teenagers just came in and made the quiet place loud. All different types of people in here, one is working hard on his computer. As time went on it got to be only one person in here, he is really quiet, does his own thing.Today was a good day, getting out of classes, to just see different types of paintings and then hanging out in a little café and then talking about what we saw in the café  and talking about what these people were doing.