Snapshot I:

Produce vendors, flowers and
The smell of burning pastries
A man trips, spilling cherries
Peaches, plums and other tasties
Country music drifting softly
Above the humming of the crowd
A woman strolls her poodle
Past the sign "No dogs allowed"
A girl skips for ice cream
With her mother coming slowly
Two classmates turn their faces
Pretending they don't know me
I sigh, take up my sketchbook
And begin to sketch a face
As the mouth curves, start to notice
It's the friend I can't replace