As I cycle home, my colleague sits
At the bus stop
Reaching out to high-five me as I pass.
Trying to clap his hand
I lose control
Of the handlebars
With the remaining arm I have
Steering the bike

As the tips of my fingers feebly
Slap his own
My front wheel twists
To the right
And I veer off
Sideways
Over the bars
And I Flip
Head first
Smack
Onto the ground

My back wheel
Scrapes the concrete
In an arc of
Ninety degrees
And with my torso thrust
Into the road
The frame remains
Sandwiched
Between my legs

A moment spent
Lying
On the ground
And pulling
My trapped leg
From the mangled mesh
I swiftly rise
From the scene
Of the crash

And I look
Sheepishly
At my colleague
And ride off.