Street Theatre

As we cross the bridge in the heat of the day

The scooter lane next door has stopped

I glance to see before me the reason

Is lying there on the ground

Scooter and rider hold up the lane

I catch my breath as I feel the rider's pain

From the fall and the boiling hot ground

Just ahead we now come to a halt

I hope it is not an accident in our lane

Happy to see it is a traffic policeman

Waving his arms as he conducts the cars

With the flare of an actor on the stage

Holding his audience in the palm of his hand

I an happy to just sit and watch

On Taipei streets each day as we travel

The street theatre of life plays on

                                                            copyright Kerry Bowden 2003


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