The Gullible Tourist

In Senegal, the sergeant said,
“You shouldn't leave your room tonight,”
So I lay silent in my bed,
The TV on, but not the light.

I heard the traffic, no commotion
Rising up from Dakar's streets,
Some distant music, toward the ocean,
But no sirens or police.

I saw the sergeant just outside
Not too long after daylight broke.
I asked him why I'd had to hide.
He laughed. “That was a joke.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-07 at 16:31

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