When this happened
all one wanted
was a moment
of verisimilitude, and
thought of that, and then
to find it!
even after just
having been the subject
of furtive glances
or a near miss
with Julian Lennon,
or wayward taxicab
and then done. One
awash still with the feel
of knees broken sideways,
still the soft starstruck
of not knowing what to say
to John Lennon's son.
Until after this malfeasance
a waving teen boy's face
in a train window
as two cars alight
in opposing directions.
