Meeting my Alien

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Once you’ve met an alien

people treat you differently

they regard you more seriously 

sit closer to the door.

It’s not that they don’t trust you

they just pay attention

especially to your eyes

and of course the fingertips.

They think little green men

well that’s the cliché isn’t it

but my Alien is a 1967 Ford Transit

it’s been here all that time.

Contrary to conventional wisdom

it means no harm,

no world domination, even though

there are millions of them (Transits) out there.

It’s a strange relationship

you couldn’t exactly call us friends

just an unspoken understanding

a therapy for both of us.

Having met an alien 

it’s a double-edged sword

of course I’ve lost some friends

but I’ve learnt so much, seriously.

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© Graham Sherwood 05/2019 

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