Joshua Kirby #1 - Sidewalk

He sits down on the hard sidewalk, cement warmed by the sun. He bakes under his black t-shirt. He doesn't sit on the curb or against a wall. He doesn't even face the street, instead looking at the buildings and the people passing, back against a parking meter, still twenty two minutes left on it. No car is in the spot. He entire back vibrates after his head knocks against the pole. His legs were at first outstretched, though he brings his feet towards him to allow people to pass. He rests his arms on his knees, now armpit level. The passersby divert their eyes from him they way they would from a vagrant. He doesn't care. He counts the people walking by and the cars behind him and is concerned by the ratio.