5Feb/090
Buying Bread
He rides through the traffic on his bicycle. Against the flow. Head-on. Swiftly flying. His coat fluttering behind him. A few beads of sweat though it’s icy cold. And sure enough, as he goes downhill, he skirts past a car and bangs into a big red truck. Cartwheeling, freewheeling.. he is tossed like salad. His cycle is bent. He gets up. Dusts off imaginaries. Picks up the bread. Puts it in his coat again. Puts on his shoe. He twists the cycle back into shape. Gets on. Goes away.