On a lonely walk to a strange supermarket
A man puts two shopping bags into an abandoned trolley
Then abandons it himself
We exchange words
“Not working, mate?”
“Nah, but there’s another one over there”
So there is
Strangely, our paths cross again
I’m looking quizzical, not sure of the right path
He points me on to the next corner
He goes one way, I go the other
Each of us a little less strange to the other