Strangers Poem by Gert Strydom

Strangers



When our train
clanging move on its tracks
sometimes comes to a halt
we sit as total strangers
right across each other
and every conversation disappears
when the clanging motion starts again.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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