anything to assure
he makes it all the way to the other end of the bricks
to the opposite edge of the platform
before the reinforced rubber sole of a Clarke's shoe
crushes his spine
and closes his eyes
The headlight groans yellow
as his thread-like feet scuttle
in the wrong direction
Train whistle blowing
leather loafers skipping
and fragile brown mouse, which way should you scuttle?
A leap off the bricks, he opts for the planter
seems like his wits did serve him for the better.