The Passers-by

they wandered by,
barely glancing at the flowers,
or noticing the clouds
turning from white to golden
rays beaming through them,
laying down shadows behind
them like dried rose petals,
they wandered by, with no
intention, drifting so as to
not offend anyone, nor to
reach out, just answering the
cell phone when it rings to
see who might be on the
end of the line.