the playgoers are inside now

we heard the feet of businessmen
stampede upon the cobblestones of king st
and watched as the hair of fashionistas
flicked up in the afternoon wind

often we did this, from the fresco
of that small open air cafe -
the one we always talked of opening
with the library upstairs

the theatre nearby, posters
pasted upon stucco walls
with plays we could never
afford to go see

so often we did this, playgoers
lining the street, suits
and flowing dresses;
perfume in the evening air

from the fresco of that small
open air cafe, we admired those
suits and flowing dresses
and their lingering perfume

the playgoers are inside now