He pushed the pram with his shoulders
baseball cap sat on his head
phone in pocket, notes rolled up.
He wore designer logos and kept
his eyes on people. A frown hid a smile.
The nose was a mouse on a Saturday
night. Searching for the white horse
as it waited to run through his mind,
creating a false body to strut and scowl.
I watched him push his shortcoming.
He walked like a man with a coat hanger
in his t-shirt. Nodding to heads and spitting
out his anger. Ready to throw away the weight
of what was before him.