Guy’s motorbike glanced off of my car.
It was racing toward it
but turned at the last instant.

Took him a minute or so to say
if he was all right.
“I’m good, but I’ll need some money to fix up the bike.”
“After you ran into me? I don’t think so.”
He had a bunch of friends. If they were gonna threaten me,
I was dead.

One of them talked to him for a second.
Then he nodded to me, “All right.”
I’d already checked. The car was all right.
I got out of there.

As I drove home, I wondered if I was being followed.
Nothing when I reached the house, though.
Maybe the incident was all over
as soon as it begun.