OUT OF PLACE

we fear the

stranger

fallen from grace

shaken, unsure

 

hair snarled

like side yard

vines

a reminder of

someone chasing

you in dreams

 

the eyes,

hoping for

a sympathy gaze

 

for coins

a cold meal,

from a warm heart

 

he knows he is

out of place,

searching for

someplace else

 


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