Stranger

Oh do leave.
Leave me be.
Pretend I do not exist.
That you do not see me
lying unabashed upon the grass
wet with dew
and the lingering sprawl of my dreams.
How the wind caresses
and the sun nibbles at my skin.
I belong to it and it to me.
Perhaps it has ever been so
and yet, I want to love this day
as though I have no memory
of others.
I want to be a stranger in my shoes.
There may have been many
or a few….or none…
I am a stranger in my shoes.

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