What Is a Stranger
What Is A Stranger
Sitting next to people on a plane
Simply no one wants to share their name
If you talk it is so pretty plain
Many weirdos think you seem insane.
You have to pretend you do not care.
That their left shoulder is on your hair.
You have to remember not to share
Anything while you are in the air.
I once sat by a sweet girl named Addy
On way to see her run-away Daddy.
No one had told her these silly rules.
We talked and laughed like two best friend fools.
What is a stranger? She wanted to know.
I did not know which direction to go.
If I said it wrong, our talking would stop.
She was making easy my little hop.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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