Strange Ranger Poem by John Sensele

Strange Ranger



Strange ranger roared into muted motion
Sight too sad to contemplate
Gait too groggy to draw a standing ovation
Spectators too sober to deflate or inflate
Overcast sky too awful to delight
Mind too baffled, muffled and shuffled to tremble
Thoughts too mangled, spangled and tangled to shed light
The strange ranger could neither amble nor grumble.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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