Sometime around nine o' clock
it was one of those moments in time
where nine strangers who were minding their own business
were all brought together
by being at the wrong place
at the wrong time.
They all happened to be randomly
looking at the same spot at the same time.
When it occurred, there were the mutters of
"No" and "Christ" and other discipherable things of the like.
Nine seconds later,
one older man sitting at an outdoor table,
two people from a nearby bus bench,
one guy walking towards an empty table with his tea,
three scraggly punk rock teenagers sitting on a bench,
and a mother and daughter in their truck at the tri-light,
all crossed the street at the various intersections
and gathered at the same corner.
Whatever the strangers were thinking beforehand
were all forgotten and they became all
filled with sorrow.
Even the mannequin in the storefront window
looked sullen with its head tilted downward.
It did not look good.
It really did not.
The daughter grabbed a blanket from her truck
and drove it away.
As they all walked back to where they were,
one of them sadly thought to himself,
I guess that was its ninth life.