Like candy

What I first saw of the finger, what it

did do, was push a bike like the bead

of an abacus from high on the right

to the opposite corner. The rider knew

nothing of this, but I could see it clearly.

What the finger didn’t do, later in the day,

which I also saw, was swipe leisurely

through the pollen across the top of my car.

The pollen was green and would’ve tasted like candy.