fruit-seller barber newspaper vendor
the 2nd and 3rd streets are glowing just like yesterday
a man fell last night of his bike
I watched as men gathered around and I stopped my bike
next to that man’s
a hole had formed on one side of his hard head
he could hardly get up
and once he got up, the first thing he did was look straight at the spot where he had fallen
and then he adjusted his spectacles, they got dirt on them
‘What happened?’ asked a man to him
‘Nothing. I don’t know,’ said the man as he was helped to a corner
of the 2nd and 3rd street
a car followed, a boy was driving
fear on his face, he could shit right there
he got down, was pushed to the same corner
he spoke no word and looked all around like a newborn,
only with bewilderment
all the men moved from everywhere else to that corner
and the cussing and yelling followed
just like the last time when something like that had happened
I started my bike and rode off to my usual bar
and I luckily found a good enough spot to sit and drink
for the remaining night.
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