I was coming, I was walking
I was drawing nearer
I saw you.
You were leaning against a wall
Looking down and holding something in your front
You noticed me, coming closer
And looked troubled, anxiety in your face
Couldn't hide it
Too late. I saw you
I looked away
I passed you by
And then burst out laughing

...a small yellowish river flowing in my direction,
the stench of urine penetrating my nostrils