Serena’s car was stolen at the park
where she had gone to study and relax
on Sunday afternoon, an easy mark
for someone studious in such attacks.
Perhaps he saw her keys beside her purse
and snatched them while she looked the other way
or maybe, more insidious and worse,
this was a stalking game he’d learned to play,
connected with some syndicate of crime,
a racket with a manual of rules
to teach con-artists how to choose their time
and pick their prey and make them feel like fools.
The worst effect of being so victimized
is finding both your faith and trust downsized.