They sat
motionless,
back to back
in the bright ginghammed cafe.

(Their carers had left them
to pay for scones and tea)

He stared with empty eyes
at the blue green hills
spread out like a quilt.

Her eyes were empty too
as she studied her hands
gnarled into soft claws.

Two strangers
who didn't know
where they were
or who they were
or why they were sitting
so still
so still
in the bright ginghammed cafe.

I folded my unread newspaper.
A small wisp of distant smoke
curled like a ribbon.

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-life-10/