Chicago traffic this morning 
roars and beeps 
like a cheap video game. 
 
Freakishly, at Wells and Adams, 
a speeding bicyclist's paper sack 
spills his stash of shiny bagels 
all over Wells Street. 
 
Heads turn. 
 
Two dozen bagels kiss the street 
at crazy angles, 
then goofily twirl on empty centers 
until gravity calms them down 
in front of some cars at the light. 
 
The bicyclist jerks his vehicle 
over to the curb while hissing 
inaudible words of concern. 
 
Wells Street, now set like 
a sudden breakfast table, 
displays to the public 
a tasty temptation 
with not one taker. 
 
Idling cars restrained 
before the strewn bagels 
by a red light 
now turning green 
begin to roll bagelward. 
 
As if witnessing 
a friend's execution, 
the bicyclist clutches 
his empty sack and 
glares with grim indignity 
at the squashings. 
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