Large blue backpack & bags
on the ground behind the car
that man's serial killer vibes, my intuition nags
then, a swinging bungee cord war
that metal hook grazes me
I ignore him, close my eyes
so I don't see
I make an energy field rise
push back at him
I look & a woman took it away
the weapon gone, danger averted on a whim.

She stands on a road bike scooter
places her feet on each side
in yellow pockets for the ride. 
A long antennae juts
a weaves-to-leave path she cuts
typewriter style
she goes right for a while.
Why not exit, head left straight down the hall?
Instead, she's back in the building like Newton's cradle, a pendulum ball.