Morning
He seemed OK, at first
Nothing out of the ordinary
Until he saw the long stick
Poking out of the trash can
Thin and long ,flexible like Bamboo
His pants were military fatigues
And he wore a Parka, with fur around the hood
The morning was cold, but not like the day before
When it is below freezing and his Parka hood would have been over his
head.
We all passed the stick.
But he grabbed it.
And he tested it against a card board box at the next trash can station,
It cut the box almost in half with a hard swing and it went Whap!
People began to take notice at the bus stop and at the corner waiting to
cross.
There was no general panic but just an awareness of possible danger
on the street.
Even the smartly dressed and the elderly did not show fear or retreat,
just caution.
So he confirmed that the bamboo was a sturdy weapon against the box.
Then he lashed out against the sign post and the metal against wood
as a draw.
He got more confident and he called out to his foes; in his head.
His steps became stronger with body movements forceful with the
stick in hand now.
Who were his enemies at eight O'clock in the morning?
Michael Domino
Manhattan , New York
March, 8th 2007
© 2007 by Michael Domino
