The leftover stones are man-made, machine–made, the size of a book but hexagonal,
Small paving stones that link together to make a fancy paved piazza floor.
These three Sudanese who squat here everyday,
Waiting for friends or a bus somewhere,
Have built small stools from the spare stones- a pile made by sideways stacking and then one flat on top.
Sideways-on the hexagons look pleasing.
Each sits on a pile, each of a different height. No rules here.
They sit, jet black in tracksuits in the sunlight, waiting.
When they are gone the stone stools
Look like art
Or standing stones from a smaller world.