Stranger Poem by Thomas Rickarby
Stranger
Who can say which way is back
when all signs face the way you came?
The man in the white suit walks
an eternal winding road.
He goes to nil past the two porch lights,
those lamps of God, my house, my home.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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