The Perfect Stranger

by Joyce Oscar

The time shall come
when I will view the
boldness of his face
and I will be overjoyed.
I will greet him
with a smile
and a warm gentle 
I will then say to him
“Come, sit and enjoy 
the fruits of my harvest.”
And I will love
the stranger 
that sits at my table,
the stranger
that warms my nights.
ignites my heart.
I will love this stranger
that breaths life into my

The Perfect Stranger by Joyce Oscar

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