Entranced
A child in a café,
queuing in front of me,
absolutely entranced.
“Don’t stare at the man.”
The harassed Mum,
looking embarrassed.
Maybe she’d never seen a beard,
or I reminded her of someone.
But she was mesmerised.
I sat with my back to them,
but could still feel the stare,
burning into my jacket.
If she’d been a young teen
it would have been uncomfortable.
Gyppo