i walked to the city
from preston
yesterday
it started with
no trams at the terminus
which i eventually discovered
stemmed from a car crash
further down the line
and they cleared it away
just as I walked by
but i was already moving
by then
and that inner feeling
of momentum
had to be fed
somewhat more
than this
i stopped for breakfast
and watched the first load of people
pass by on the tram
they’d been waiting at the terminus
all that time
and i wondered if their anger
had dissipated yet
presumably somebody would
refuse to pay for their ticket
because the tram was late
but what of the others?
further on
down Lygon St
an ambulance sat in a side street
lights flashing angrily
while somebody stood nearby
one hand holding the phone
the other gesticulating slowly
as he spoke.
when I made it to the city
i figured i’d arrived
but i should’ve kept going
somewhere.