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The Stranger

Like boneset

set to a still tune


of sunlight,

desperadoes in the morning dew,


fuzzy white tips

lonesome against a clear blue sky


on this

dyin’ planet…


There’s never been anything wrong

with bein’ wrong about it –


those who can embrace the stranger

can embrace the facts:


if we’re not

here by design,



just here.



Posted 09/21/19
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