Stranger
Today, I am a new man,
a stranger in the town that bore me.
How simple it is to become a ghost —
just one word, one gesture, and we slip
through the fretwork of other people’s lives
as easily as water through a stone.
Just for today, if I were to pass myself in the street
I wouldn’t even raise my hat, or say hello.
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