Mid morning

Silent

early spring

A chilly cloudy louring sky

Hidden laneway up ahead past sturdy house

with blue two-car garage

a lush and leafy garden, Eden green

that flows out well beyond tall fence

luxuriates into the quiet street

Sudden

Roaring/swearing sounds explode

Flailing/jerking/thrashing bodies half-way glimpsed

Frenzied motion, almost out of sight, not quite

A man, tall and big, broad-brimmed hat, thick scarf

lurches into sightline toward the sidewalk

cursing unseen other

voices rise up fevered, speech blurred, indistinct

weird threnody of wild rage-filled disgust, it seems.

He turns away, then spins at once

Heads back for more

Fists raised up, growling voice so crazy loud

Makes most of what he says unclear

but foulest, cruellest words ring out, bold baritone

And now the other, hidden guy cannot be heard at all

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Part 2 of "Young man's fancy" follows