on the floor
and out the door it rolls.
straight
down main street.
i give it chase.
people step aside as it
rolls
by,
they point in the direction
that it travels
as it swerves
and makes a turn down
the boulevard.
it's fast.
i can't catch up.
i see the river up ahead.
i watch
as it bounces off the pier
onto a boat
where a man is
drinking coffee beneath
his enormous
white sails.
he catches my bagel in
his hand
slices it with butter, slathers
on some jam.
i sigh and go back
to from where i came.
they can't all be wins,
sometimes
there is a fail.
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