Conclusive

There were suddenly more witnesses to my death than I would have liked. I was strolling home from work, crossing the street. I looked up and noticed the red light but felt like i could keep going and somehow as I stepped off the curb I forgot what I was doing. I noticed an approaching car, turned back, then turned to cross again ruminating over whether I should hit the reverse button on my ipod. It was a particularly monumental track that sweeps me up every time I listen. Then someone honked and I looked up and realized again that I was crossing the street. Against the light, cars zooming at me from both directions. It was the same split moment when contemplating my imminent death that I noticed the convenience store guy smoking his cigarette and watching, the couple with the dog, walking down the hill toward me, the towheaded fellow with the glasses on the opposite corner crossing on the green and both of the oncoming cars. At the inquiry there would be no one to deny my stupidity.