Frank Bana


A Strange Day


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.

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2008

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  • Anita Atina (3/15/2008 12:04:00 AM)

    Charming poem Frank, brings on a smile, and the strange day doesnt feel quite as bad after reading this poem.
    Cheers
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