Poem - "Two Strangers Breakfast" by Carl Sandburg

"Two Strangers Breakfast" 
by Carl Sandburg


THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George.

The law says you are mine and I am yours, George.
And there are a million miles of white snowstorms, a million furnaces of hell,
Between the chair where you sit and the chair where I sit.
The law says two strangers shall eat breakfast together after nights on the horn of an Arctic moon.