There goes the Red light
The white ‘AGBADA' on a red CAP stopped
The Rag approaches dejected and tattered
Gestures
Extends the roughened old plastic plate
Up the Agbada looked
Shrinks
Feigns busy with the stereo tape
The Rag stands and mutters
Heavenly prayers
Taps
The shiny pane.
He switches to eulogies
The Agbada curses the traffic light
Breathed
Their gaze converges on the his pocket
Agbada looks away
Mortified
Notices an apple vendor at the rear end
The Rag transfixes his gaze hungrily on the apple
Pleaded
The Agbada's window winds down
The Rag swiftly changes position
Behold he was dumb
The Agbada produces the reptile wallet
The Rag raises his plate and pallet
The ember light smiles
He zooms off
The Rag reclines.
A nice poetic imagination, Nelson. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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Wow. this is deep, profound, not very easy to comprehend. the Rag and the Agbada in an unusual conversation