The night was cool
The sun went down
I was alone
No one around.
I sat near the water
The tide came in
I was approached
By a man, a man with a grin.
I looked concerned,
I looked around
Most everyone
Had gone to town.
There was a fair
It came every year
Was he a Carni?
Why was he here?
His hands looked grimy
He looked unkempt
His hair was greasy
His clothes looked damp.
What did he want?
I thought to myself
Would anyone hear me
If I called out for help?
“You live nearby”?
He boldly asked
I said not far,
And, then he laughed.
“Can I sit down?
I’d love to talk”
I was afraid
Too scared to balk.
He worked the snack bar
Worked at the fair
I wasn’t interested
I didn’t care.
Tried not to show him
I was afraid
Give him a reason
To use his blade.
I saw the knife
Tucked in his pants
I quickly noted
In just a glance.
He was a young man
Could be about thirty
He hadn’t bathed
He smelled quite dirty.
Was he homeless?
A wandering bum?
Where did he live?
Where was he from?
At my insistence
I called it a night
He stayed behind
I hoped till light.
He didn’t follow
He let me be
I walked away
So carefully.
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