Monday, July 15, 2013

The Stranger

When the stranger comes
To town
Nothing to do but walk around
Things better left unsaid
And offer a couch as a bed.

When the stranger speaks,
Answer in cliches;
Avoid the doeful stare
And the awful truth in your heart,
Where pity and compassion meet.
Where resentment and disgust
Meet silence.

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