They point down
They dart from side to side
They’re covered by glasses and hair
They stare
In shades of brown, green and blue
They walk the streets alone
They huddle on their phone
They’re jumpy as they twitch
But none can scratch the itch
Eyes on the street
In the grocery store – apart six feet
Eyes bored
Pain and discord
Eyes glazed over in drink
Like shutters blink
How do they see this world?