I sense a stranger

a cloud without a name

half light the other gray


no voice to introduce

the spirit without a smile,

coat, or hat

as it enters my thoughts

like a  midnight diner person,

sure footed, a table in sight,

back to the corner

watching for misplaced

stragglers, loners and those

wanting to be found


the stranger nods approval,

recognizing me

in a place familiar

to us




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