The History of Us by Dan Kasten“I call ‘stranger’” as a seating assignment
tells a lot about the passenger on the bus
you had no idea that at that very moment
that you were a whisper caught and released into the wind
another degree of separation cut from a slice of social
strata grinding in tectonically skewed nonalignment
whatever God watches over the powerful brought
you into the conversation as an example of raw beauty
a cleansing November rain, a pure oboe phrase
a scaffold out of the underworld
of that one day among the bocage when strangers
dissolved into a discourse of porch dancing. 09/06/2010 Author's Note: Accidently deleted this while moving things around.
For Stacy... who has not been deleted. lol
Posted on 09/06/2010 Copyright © 2024 Dan Kasten
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