big fat fella inside the front door of Whiteys Locksmiths on Fifth
in a wide screen tshirt stretched across his belly
supervises the scratching of his own back
on a sample board, he
catches my eye
by a dazzling orange & white racing bike
standing in the window of a Belgian Beer house in front of two
dishy looking men about to chow down while hammering out some deal.
I am drawn more to the bicycle, particularly the ad above it, which promises it could one day be mine
Like a being possessed,
I head straight for the window menu
proving the theory of its creator no doubt that the ad worked
……………..but not on me,
We all say that, don’t we?
A man tries to get in too & have a look.
Is it the bike, the menu or me he is so feverish to be close to?
I sneak a peak at him – Belgian looking, mm, soft baby stubble, mm, green eyes I think, mm
Short, mm. Shorter than me.
Afraid to look me in the eye.
Walk on brother.
I need a brave one.
A large spirit to come out of a tree, weathered and fresh and green.
(C) Amy Redmond 2014