Window shopping

Pensioners salivate over jam tarts,
prise pennies from flat purses.
Passers-by peer at tempting treats,
count the cost of poverty.

Unseen a thin hand slides
a bun from crowded shelf
into plastic bag.
All in need of comfort
so near the aroma of plump pies
they can't afford.

In steady drizzle,
a long way from home
a busker sways her accordion,
follows pigeons' swoops and arcs,
                                                 soars.