A Strange Day Poem by Frank Bana

A storm broke at dawn

Trees on the power lines

Buildings were falling on the track



I was accused of raising Cuba

I never talk of Cuba

Let the Cubans take it back



A small two-legged man

Walked a big three-legged dog

He was whistling a canine master's blues



I looked down at his feet

I noticed I was wearing

Two very different kinds of shoes.



That strange kind of day -

Let it happen, let it flow

It's bound to leave you stranded anyway.