iii.
stopped at the lights
he glances over at the bridal shop
the brasserie
haven't they seen him
tapping and calling and rolling down the window
submerging in the wave of their familiarity
then glimpsing for an instant the shadowy fins in the swell
the dark heads close together
in the bay
the boy sucking a spoon as she points to something in a book
they look up
but not at him
towards a third figure clearing cups beside them
then he's shooting through the green light
making an opening in the traffic
free
unencumbered
away
