Sitting on a bus, peering out at the passing city,
Empty, bleak, nothing happening,
Mind following, drab and blank.
Two men passing each other on the street,
one on foot, one on bicycle.
Dreadlocks, baggy jeans, fluff-beard, over-small bike.
Short back and sides, orange supermarket bags
suspended, one from each hand.
Friction of bags and bicycle as they pass.
Friction of tempers.
Glares exchanged. Words yelled.
Spittle at the lips, brows furrowed.
Suddenly the bicycle is turned round,
speeding towards the orange bags.
Suddenly feet running, bags swinging wildly,
Panic carrying feet forward despite the load.
Hearts pumping, breathing rasping,
anger and fear bringing together,
Panic, anger, laughter.