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.