Lifetime of disconnected words
swirling through head scrabble
why don't you write a book
lipped the foreigner
sitting near on the park bench
no response...thought
please stop talking to me stranger
come on ask me a question
ask me a question he ordered
new thought...get up and walk
slowly backwards turn and run
you understand English right
word connecting phrase...
is this fool still talking to me
nice girl you don't have to say anything
nervous...why is my pepper spray at the bottom of my purse
foreigner places his hand on my shoulder
reflex..."Somewhere Over the Rainbow"
spilled out from some guttural deep
in concert with combat boot kicking him there
every curse word I'm not writing in this poem
eloquently came together
like the scrabble title I hold
one day connecting my stories in books
last thought...the tales of annoying encounters on park benches
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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