I feel no danger
from the stranger
who comes and says
to me, "Do you do art?
I do accounting myself. I bet your drawing could win some sort of contest."
"Thank you very much," I reply,
and add, "but I'm trying to concentrate..."
Then I realize, for my pen,
he's fair game.
However, only his words remain.
July 26, 1992
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