When walking in front of the Library

While he went inside, I walk,
for the books are still at the beside.

A man in a t-shirt and shorts sits
by the sidewalk, gabs on the phone;
just then a pickup truck pulls in
the parking lot, and two men emerge;
they too are in t-shirts and shorts;
the short man hollers to the man
on the sidewalk; "Hey, what you doin' there?"
They all talk gibberish.

As I pass by, one of them taunts: "Wow, she's...
gibber, gibber...."

Ignoring I get into my car and read the paper,
at the same time wondering what they are;
still working age men; shouldn't they be at work
at the hour? The short man leaves, leaving the two;
his voice sounds familiar but don't know 
where I heard it;

in my nightmares? the one who 
used to threat me to bring him money, or kill.
I shake my head; hope it is overdone joke
even in the nightmare; or in real.

No amount of money justifies to kill a person;
Earth is too beautiful place to sow and dwell

on such an act. They could be or not be. 

When he is back with books, they are gone.

©Byung A. Fallgren