Ambling About Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Ambling About.
On my Sunday afternoon stroll I was overtaken by a lady who walked
fast, but her winter coat belonged to a much older person.
I guessed the lady was around forty, perhaps older never saw her face.
she came fast upon me could have stuck a knife in my back.,
This worried me and I decided to always keep a fork in my back pocket.
Where the road bends she disappeared, but I saw her coat hanging
on the branch of a carob tree. I took the coat down, it was still warm,
wondered where the lady had gone. She came out from some bushes
with a toilet roll in her hand. I said. "thought someone had stolen it, "
helped her to put it on. I sneezed and she gave me a sheet of the roll,
to blow my nose. Nothing more was said and she walked so much fast
than me - middle class lady who went to the gym- She was around
fifty, it would have been nice to have had sex with her under the heavy
leaved tree- bird song and fluttering butterflies-, but I knew at my age
I was never going to screw anyone that young again.