Why would the man place himself in harms’ way?
He is not saving a damsel in distress,
Merely seconds off his bike ride.
Perhaps somewhere a drawbridge is lifting?
The intersection is clear,
No cars coming from my right, down the one-way street.
Easing off the brake, moving forward by inches,
I gently step on the gas pedal.
A cyclist coming from the left
Pedals a foot in front of me,
I stop moving
As he cycles past my car.
In that instant, when I saw him,
There was a not unpleasant thought:
I could hit and crush bike and rider,
Preventing him from completing his ride.
His was an audacious move,
It would work often.
But, what if I stood as judge
And risked my being late?
There would be forms to complete,
Questions to answer.
I would be inconvenienced.
Would it be worth it?
Of course there would be blood
And the man might not be dead.
On the other hand he will have learned...
Nothing.
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