sonnet 26: stranger.
Feb 16, 2021
familiar city at a different time,
or from a moving vehicle; you lift
your eyes, and routine sights have subtly shifted -
the shadows on a wall of creeping vines,
some office workers standing in a line -
you pass and think, observing, set adrift,
this is a different place now; there’s a rift
between this world and what i thought was mine.
i left an hour early for a trip
along my normal route towards work from home,
through dark and empty alleys slick with rain;
the sidewalk writhed as pale pink tails slipped
into burst trash bags, under paving-stones;
a furry squirming in the flooded drains.
words and photo by me.
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