A Stranger In A Stranger World Poem by Andrew Lee

A Stranger In A Stranger World



Can you feel and touch a voice that's trailing behind

a gray sunray, almost like a twin of e. e. cummings

who weaves strange verses.

Thanks to a stubborn haiku within,

you and I jump over the labels

and see what appears in the dark woods.

Somehow if a single word makes sense,

deep sense that shows how all things

in the Milky Way are interconnected,

you and I are saved.

Saturday, May 21, 2016
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