Hurried bite of burnt toast,
coffee spilt on pants-
he sped on motorbike past
people, cars and lanes.
Some swore, some stared- gave way.
Stops, jams, blaring horns-
more than he could take.
Road slick, newly surfaced,
sun sharp like glass shards.
A hit, a dent, an altercation later
boyish grunt muffled
in manly shouts, pinned under
able hands.
The hot day froze.
Forenoon shadowed with shades of sunset.
Road smeared with scarlet stains.
They blamed heat for the rage.
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