why I got on without the fare ...

 
 
 
 
 
 
and the bloke was quite  
obviously following, since whenever  
I stopped, to look in the window of a shop,
he, too, would stop,  
a  little way down the street ...
 
and I may have been only twelve,  
but I remember thinking:
this bloke isn't window shopping, and so,
when I saw the bus, I just ran  
as fast as my feet ...