She didn't Know Part II
She didn’t know pt.2
Making my get away I was walking fast.
Hiding the two bags of money in an old target shopping bag.
Walking with no witnesses as to which way I went.
It was all I could do not to break out and sprint.
As we now know it’s not safe to wear a hoodie
when you walk through a gated community.
I saw the volunteer guard before he saw me.
Briskly I ducked behind a large Oak tree,
I didn’t wanna windup D-O-A
in the middle of my get away.
This time of morning
there were no other prying eyes,
so, I quickly changed out of my bold disguise.
Slowing my pace, taking time to rub a little
dirt on my face.
Karma and luck were with me,
still no one gave chase.
Made it six blocks and on a corner.
Found a man looking out of place.
We made a traded and I give him a good deal.
For his card board sign that said
(Help I’m Homeless)
He got a white sweat suit and enough cash
to eat a good meal.
I give him another twenty
and said to have a good time.
Because for the rest of the day
this is corner is all mine.
So, I stand on this corner
with my help the homeless sign.
Hiding in plain sight, in the next poem.
I’ll tell you what happened to me that night.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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