Pedestrian Pondering
Pedestrian crossings are where I get to wield a bit of power over a couple of tons of processed metal and glass.Maybe a car brakes a little too late, and encroaches onto the white zebra stripes?
Peering through their windscreen the driver might see me mouth 'I might go to hospital, but you'd be going to jail!'€™ as I walk past the nose of the vehicle daring them to nudge me.
I could hold back rush-hour tides if I so wished.
If I lingered long enough, I could be the subject of a newscast traffic warning.
Sometimes as I past across the middle of the lane, I'm tempted to bend over and fuss with a shoelace, just to rub it in.
As soon as I've set foot on the opposite curb, the river closes behind me and rushes on by.
But if there is no crossing, then I am the intruder.
Crossing a shark infested esotery. Jiving across the road, sprinting and halting, stripped of the traffic codes life vest.
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