A Strange Day

A storm broke at dawn

Trees on the power lines

Buildings were falling on the track

I was accused of raising Cuba

I never talk of Cuba

Let the Cubans take it back

A small two-legged man

Walked a big three-legged dog

He was whistling a canine master's blues

I looked down at his feet

I noticed I was wearing

Two very different kinds of shoes.

That strange kind of day -

Let it happen, let it flow

It's bound to leave you stranded anyway.

by Frank Bana

Comments (2)

Charming poem Frank, brings on a smile, and the strange day doesnt feel quite as bad after reading this poem. Cheers Anita
Wonderful ideas Frank... love the theme of this, makes your mind whirl a bit! Hope you're well my friend! HG: -) xx