It was the top-most window on the left building

close to the inside corner, but it’s shut now.

The day was just as grey as pictured,

In fact, it was sprinkling lightly.

You could hear people arguing over taxis,

and running to those who stopped.

He was in a hurry to get somewhere, but

there was nothing he could do.

He hit the glass frontal twice and

did not die on impact.

I watched him pass my window

wondering what could possibly

have been so wrong with his life

that two broken legs could charm away.