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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,

 

we’re

just here.

 

 

Posted 09/21/19
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