There, but for the grace of a stranger

it is the thing about suffering
the excuses of a friend’s gobbling

cheeks full with unknown currency

over the ankles in sand
this slow thaw to conscience

weathered, open to sky

every now and then
while dragging knees toward it

a glance of redeemed sunshine

clapping foreign discourse
where every shadow is anonymous

identical to the core

how our hearts chambers push
this sticky throbbing mess

tangential of one another

our abandoned other selves
arm out, waiting for the baton



Outlaw Poetry December 2018
Abandoned Soliloquies UnCollected Press MD USA 2019

Camping rough – Port Arthur 1976

2 thoughts on “There, but for the grace of a stranger

    1. Thanks Hank. I remembered you were fond of that one, back on Outlaw. Looks good in the book! I’m well, waiting on a shot for Covid, we have very little of it here, so not too worried. How’s the back?

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