A strong wind breaks a tree branch by the roadside.
The branch trips up an electric bike.
Its food delivery box tumbles to the ground.
A rental bike bumps against it, tips over.
The two riders fall down together. They strive
to get up, muttering, take a glance at each other,
then pick up their items and ride away.
After a while, the branch that remains there
trips up another old lady. She rolls over,
unable to get up again. A car swerving to avoid her
crashes into a passing limousine
at a higher speed. Now, a dense crowd of people
gather around her, forming an urn, while the branch,
still innocent as an orphan, stays out of the urn.
