Sometimes, though, some wonder
about the quiet stranger
as I walk past the cold aisles
unimpressed by the superstore wares
or as I walk on the sandy track
below the tall white gums.
Perhaps they wonder a moment
at this stranger come from his own distant place
and walking quietly in their midst.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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