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                           the Stranger

                from out of the moody towers of Manhattan
                     that recess
                then reach even higher for to fill the sky

                                                      because it’s there

                     ever walks the stranger a metre above ground
                the true emergence from grey
                     building, crowd and truck

                fine contrast in lime shirt and tie
                     to which all the ingenuity
                and desperate colour of humanity has

                     no response



originally published on The Poetry Jar, April 12th 2013, thanks to Bruce Ruston



buildings wormhole: emerged
comics wormhole: quest in brown
grey wormhole: open window
lime wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
Manhattan wormhole: rear attic / bedroom
people & society wormhole: titanic
power wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
sky wormhole: there
walking wormhole: letters to Mum I – a walk / and talk