My Antenna
As a city gal, I’m constantly
Aware of what surrounds me,
From everything familiar
To a sight that might astound me.
Yet always I am on alert,
Attuned to what I feel,
For danger may be lurking
In my mind or else for real.
It isn’t paranoia,
Just the way that things can be,
So I trust in my antenna
When a message comes to me.
Which is why I made a U-turn
Early morning, on my walk –
A suspicious guy, an empty path,
Appropriate to balk.
Most likely, he was harmless,
But without a second glance,
I just followed my antenna
In this urban-safety dance.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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