He walked up to me while I was on the phone,
he had a paper bag with mystery.
The river flowed as my discomfort grew,
he waved and smiled then turned around,
he lost something in his pockets,
how deep do pockets get,
he wouldn't show me,
I don't think he could,
maybe a knife.
I've never been mugged before,
never even been in a fight,
I was anxious for aggression
but got scared so I walked away.
He never found what he was looking for
in those santa claus pockets,
I saw the blanket behind the bush,
I saw him walk to it and lay down,
he drank from his paper bag,
he wan't aggressive,
he just wanted me to leave so he could go home,
go home to forget he ever left