Met her in Greensboro Park after dark
Fearless, she approached me first.
Surprised, I couldn’t believe
She was so utterly unafraid
In the scary darkness of Greensboro Park.
What if I were a rapist or a serial killer?
Dressed in a black cloak and a pointy hat,
Her fashion sense an eccentricity.
She started talking about the weather
I liked the sound of her melodious voice.
Her river of words mesmerized me.
As she kept talking about the weather,
I felt myself slipping dreamily away.
Then her words became letters in clouds
and I tranced out and lost consciousness.
I woke up alone, her and my wallet gone.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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