What About Tomorrow
I peered at him with watchful eye.
A grimace distorted his youthfuness;
Though the air was warm,
I felt a chill as he stepped, cautiously,
Into the street.
Eyes keenly set, he raised his rife and
Squinted against the sun,
Reeling his weapon with the motion of
He surveyed his prey of motorists and
Pedestrians, scurrying unaware.
I instinctively accelerated, now watched
Him in the rear view mirror as he smiled
With much intensity at everyone...
I had escaped!
I shuddered knowing there would be
No headlines today for he was just
A child with his toy, playing...
But what about tomorrow?
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Written 1950's Baltimore, Maryland
first published 1974
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