I have only been assaulted once
My life's not through it may come again
It is an experience not to be sought.
He was an artist I was a student
Japanese this artist with all their fabled intensity
I stole a minute perhaps no more than three
In his restricted parking lot before he reached me
Was roughed up a little
The cops were wisely dismissive
And I wisely never tried to steal
Another three minutes from his parking lot.
Bill Grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roughed-up-in-berkeley/
