How much greater danger is the stranger
Whose key sings in your lock the
stranger
Whose voice purrs most delicate memories
Of dust on walls the stranger whose
feline eyes
Gaze always three steps ahead of yesterday
The stranger whose cool lips touch your
cup
Who then runs out of past and is now
seen only
From behind moving away and singing beside
The river the stranger who counts
each step
Along a road that disappears in dust
clouds
The stranger who thinks it’s not
that one doesn’t
Take no for an answer it’s just that
one doesn’t
Intend ever to ask the question in
the first place
The stranger for whom the sky’s eyes
open wide
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