Portrait view; narrow and tall, arched and structured, I see straight through. Onto the path, that's laying to the bottom, a squashed cola can and cigarette butt; flat, round, shiny/ tumble rolls, blown in a gust, sits looking with it's stubbed out end. Cigarette butt watches me and turns from the bustle, while the squashed cola can looks around at giant legs and nostril hair. He waits. And is ignored. In fact, so is the cigarette butt, he tries to avoid big feet and nostril hair; kicked and squashed but bounces back!

Onto the path where the people go; the street is pedestrian and a Biffa man smiles and packs the load. He'll be back in 10 minutes, and again after that. A hum and a purr as he works all day!

The cigarette butt reminds me he's there, grabbing my attention in a darting roll backwards and forwards, then my eyes land on his, he stops, toying with me. I wink

Sooner than expected the Biffa man returns, clockwise around the street. His noise passes but is still there, the street is now quiet. 

Again I spot the cigarette butt prancing and showing off in front of the squashed cola can. I feel attraction for the cigarette butt, but sorrow for the poor squashed cola can; stuck, no life but his eyes, I can see his pain. Yet the cigarette butt continues his dance, arrogant, mocking, trying to impress me. ALL I SEE IS THE BEAUTY OF THE COLA CAN'S EYE. Now the cigarette butt sits still, pondering his move, turns his profile at me. I feel lost, I miss the dance. IT'S NOW TURNED BACK! STRAIGHT FOR ME, EYE TO EYE, AND HE DANCES!! My heart beats. Do I see forgiveness or lust for the cigarette butt? Do I look back to the beauty of the disabled cola can?

They watch me, pondering my move. I wait. I'm ignored. I wait. My thoughts are disturbed. Hum,..  purr... The Biffa man returns, green purr and smiling black glasses. He smiles at me, I feel warmed.

The cigarette butt moves. I see them all, three figures.

(What would you do in this situation?)