Ambition ran high,
higher than
the deaf wino
standing to the wind
on a stolen mountain bike
downhill to the intersection
and the ambulance en route
to another disaster.
I waved.
They missed each other,
but not because of me.
He waved back.
I'm never all that outraged
seeing them steal,
I suppose, what is nice,
is to think that for those
taught seconds
maybe there was something
thrilling through his bones
that he could genuinely feel.
