Stranger in a strange land

Day 15. Prompt: write a Stranger (blank) poem.

This place was always here perhaps,
floating underneath my feet,
suspended in my own disbelief
beneath a thin brown layer of dirt,
(the earth that I belonged to
was just a shallow thing after all)
when suddenly the surface,
so much more than merely scratched,
gave way to this new land
where strangers are not welcome

What do you think?

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