A Wheel of Fire

by Mark Rawlins   Jun 26, 2018

The sad stranger
who stands still and tall,
can’t see slithering snakes
on the carpeted floor ...
or the spiders that
crawl up the wall!
I would try to get out
(but I can’t find the door),
so I hide me
away from them all.

Somehow stranger
seems to know my name,
and we sing ... by the light
of the silvery moon.
Somehow now
it doesn’t sound the same,
and I’m sitting ... in the dark
in the afternoon.
Trying to remember
the old refrain.


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