Magazine April 25, 2016, Issue

Poetry

WHO IS THE STRANGER WHO OVERTAKES ME

Who is the stranger who overtakes me

On a dark street and taps me on the shoulder?

I turn and there is nobody there but me,

And lights go on in the house on the corner.

I am familiar with the moment of waking,

Sometimes from a dream, mostly from pure silence

And darkness. But I have never been able to discern

The moment when sleep descends

And takes the book from my hands, the light

From my bedside table, my lover’s hand

From mine. It is a mystery as unfathomable

As Death, which I suppose will be as gentle

And fleeting, an angel-guide for the …

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Choose Your Adventure!

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Poetry

WHO IS THE STRANGER WHO OVERTAKES ME Who is the stranger who overtakes me On a dark street and taps me on the shoulder? I turn and there is nobody there but me, And ...

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