Man and woman
face off on a street corner,
voices growing louder,
pointing and flailing their arms.

Finally he screams,
“Look, I'm right, ok?
I don’t need validation from you!"

He turns and storms off
down the sidewalk toward me,
as she stares at his back
with her mouth hanging open,
hands on her hips.

I can hear him
breathing heavily
and muttering as he passes,
a slight breeze in his wake.

As I turn and watch him go,
my feet shuffle a few steps
toward him, as though
following on their own.

I look down at them,
shaking my head,
No.