Music blasts from my bulky Walkman.
I don’t pay attention;
My mood is too high.
Two fools at my stop—
One needs a light,
But there’s nothing to smoke.
I look up and feel uneasy;
Suddenly aware of the power lines,
I proceed to move down another block.
Man in black calls me back,
But I shoo him off.
I can’t stay…I’m too cautious.
A sudden embrace across my back
Becomes a death grip.
Too much—my neck could crack!
I scream, and I pray,
And I pray, and I pray…
No one out but him, me, and ghosts.
Its glowing banner is my salvation;
The black flag of death is put asunder.
The shadow disappears;
I gather my reason and my purse.
My money he wasn’t after.
My eyes open from then on.
Even in daylight I watch for shadows,
For shadows can still block out the sun.