Stranger Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Stranger
Infected by the opposite
Side of the world
Two strangers sit
On chairs not sturdy
And are suddenly swept
Away through the air
By a wind too surreal
As they fly, they cry
Over petty things
And stupid people
A past not forgotten
But hardly meaningful
They meet in a place
Not documented
And are thrown together
Violently, weightlessly
When cold atoms meet
The world condenses
And they become one
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8/25/2026 3:00:16 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
And what can be a better definition of a stranger than this one of yours Stefanie.Minblowing.Superb.Outstanding and fantastic.Enjoyed very much.