Strange incident at the library

I was sitting here goofing off and putzing around at the public library when a man came up to me. He was tall, straggly, and unshaven with dark stubble, wearing a baseball cap and a brown bomber jacket.

He pressed a stack of torn-off notebook pages into my hand, saying “Here… keep it or pass it on”, grinning widely at me with a rickety toothsome smile, and went off.

O… kay. Expecting it to be some kind of random witness gesture I opened up the papers, and read: the following.

He’s hovering around in the background as I write this; I chatted with a little bit. He’s nice, soft-spoken, very calm and intelligent. He’s interested in Pagan and Wiccan rites, and took a year of English at university. He wrote the poem while he was in jail (he wouldn’t say for what or when).
Heh.

You have a vagrant writing you love sonnets.
Run away. :eek:

I worked across the street from the main branch of our public library for 10 years. It also happened to be between two homeless shelters.

Sounds like a normal day to me.