/ I Feel You Brother

I’m late. Waiting at the lights, I can see the bus coming down the hill towards me. I don’t cross the road, too dangerous. I wait for the green man. When he appears, I cross, and the bus is coming up to the stop. I walk fast and make it to the doors, tucking my cane into my shoulder so I can have both hands free to get out my card. The bus driver is looking at me.

‘What kind of cane is that?’ he says.

‘It’s a mobility cane,’ I tell him. ‘I don’t see well.’

‘Oh, right. I thought usually they’re white.’

‘They are, but I like the black colour, you know?’

‘Yeah, I feel you brother.’

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