Stranger

As I step onto the landing you ask me
What it is I do, a thing you haven’t
Previously asked in the twenty years
I have been coming from my apartment

Out onto the landing and so I tell you
How it was for my mother standing
On the landing in a robe of glowing whiteness
As men emerged through different doors

Onto the same landing and knelt in worship
In a circle around her and how she didn’t like it,
Didn’t like it at all, this being a dream
She shared with me in the long ago,

And promising you that tomorrow, should we meet
On the landing, I will have for you a dream of my own.

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