Maybe it was the sun
Come, come come come,
He said grinning with blindingly white teeth
Or maybe it was the sun?
Strange, being beckoned on
Worry not, I’m sorry my man
I bristled a bit at that
Hairs stood on end
I’m noone’s
She saw to that
But his kindness encouraged me on
No sweat, man
Well I’m a tad ill so that’s not quite true but
I get the point nonetheless
I have to hop over his head, sticking out from beneath the car
It not work, he explains
I nodded knowingly
He blinked, blinded by my knowing
Or maybe it was the sun?
And I continued on my way
His politeness affected me
Later, she laughs
Why are you single?
It not work, I explain
And she nodded knowingly
