Stranger

He's just a rusty phenomenon really,

an old snort
in the Gloom Boom

we share,

skulking in a cold shadow
of another gray day,

buying more milk
and toilet paper

and that's okay,
maybe even The Way

—of the world certainly,

and to be taken at least
semi-seriously.

But does he
smile? Is he sad?

Does he know the sweet serenity
of surrender into eternity

in a moment's Oh...?

Perhaps we'll ask

—with a flash of our eyes
that beams into his this

question he answers

with a glint of his
flickering gaze.



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