the suave stranger.


i reached into a box.
writer’s block hit me hard
until i reached
into that box.
a blind mother touching
her newborn for the first time.
briefly thinking about the future
then promptly realizing the beauty of now.
clueless about intentions.
clueless with questions.
we have no connection.
but here we are.
my hand in the box,
i feel around for a notion of man.
but nothing was there.


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