He steps over white coat bodies,
out to corridor–two long walls.
There, another white coat yells,
“You can’t leave without…”
“Hello, my name is Adam.”
He steps over white coat body,
heading to where noises are
and–strange, strange–
no walls around him
or over him!
He had been taught
how to talk to those
with clothes like his
and those in white coats
always with him.
But too many people.
He veers right to quiet
shade-speckled parkway.
50 feet ahead, dark suited
man approaching, casually
scanning left and right.
Closer, slim red-dressed woman
coming, pushing baby carriage.
Front wheel bounces over
some small cast off thing,
jarring swaddled content
which suddenly screams
annoyance.
Screams mean danger!
He hurls carriage 100 feet,
baby flying out noiselessly,
colliding with distant oak.
He speaks to red dress,
“Hello, my name is Adam.”
Dark suit shouts, “Freeze!”
Something black pointing at him,
he grabs…
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