Met her in Fisher Park after dark
Fearless, she approached me first
Surprised, I couldn’t believe
She’d be that unafraid
In the scary darkness of Fisher Park
What if I were a rapist or a serial killer?
Dressed in a black cloak and a pointy hat
Her fashion sense seemed an eccentricity
She started talking about the weather
I liked the sound of her melodious voice.
Her river of words mesmerized me.
As she kept talking about the weather
I felt myself slipping dreamily away
At some point I lost consciousness
And her words became letters in clouds
I woke up alone, her and my wallet gone.