I see him, sometimes I don’t,

Even if I tried I won’t,

Then I see him and he sees me,

He hides behind his cup of coffee,

He looks into my eyes and I wink,

Then I look away as he drinks,

The man stands up but I stay where I am,

I’m focused on another man,

He studies me with his face,

And bends to tie his shoelace,

I lean back against the wall,

Still observing this all,

Both men are on the same side,

But they couldn’t beat me if they tried,

The men are standing straight,

And one stares at me with intense hate,

He then gets nervous and backs away in fear,

While the other doesn’t seem to hear,

I place both my feet firmly on the ground,

And I turn to the wall all the way around,

The sounds of birds are all I can hear,

As I clap my hands and disappear,

I then return to the first man,

Holding tightly to my frying pan,

Raising it above my head,

I bring it down on his instead,

He collapses on to the street,

The other man laughs “How sweet.”

I smile,

“You sure are hostile.”

The man says,

Before I punch him into the hedge,

“Shh.” I whisper,

And throw my pan, into the river.