Statue To put on paper, To describe a man on his way to work, I sit on the steps of the market column Under the marble eyes of the patriarch. It is an early warm afternoon, I search ... Am I ready to note? What do critics say? To pick up details, I scrutinize passers for about twenty yards, But my curiosity hangs on a difficult case, A man, sitting in a sidewalk café opposite, Motionless, open shirt, behind an empty cup. What can I report? As a narration? To be representative, A picture by paper, pen and color is better, The man, still calmly waiting, fully relaxed, Eyes hardly visible behind tainted glasses, Is viewed at a glance, more penetrating. Is the topic up front? Is it communicable? To be comprehensive, A picture has four cut borders and no depth, The man, who maybe orders another coffee, Who doesn't reflect the bussing life of town, Might be a studio arrangement, an illusion. Can he be touched? Investigated closer? To round the statue, The man there is elevated on a pedestal, For everyone to cycle from close, far off, What the figure is thinking, up to, is open, Only me at center of this spacious square Could walk over And ask.