Strangers, by Emil Sinclair

Strangers
by Emil Sinclair

Strangers
they met
talked books
music
love
touched close
closer still
saw clear through
to bone
too much
white
drifted
argued
no more
touching
talking
strangers
once again

“Emil Sinclair” is the pen name of a sometime poet and full-time professor of philosophy in New York City. His poetry has appeared in both online and print venues, while his philosophical musings have yielded two published books and numerous articles, squirreled away in various obscure academic and popular journals.

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