POEM: The Stranger [PoMo Day 3 – Rubaʿi]

I've walked the world cast in the role of distant stranger,
and seen the old, the bold, the minor, and the major.
And people talk of fears, but I would make a wager 
that never was a sense more ill-tuned than that of danger.

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