A collaborative Poem!

Monty has created this poem series for us. He takes a line from a poem and posts it. Then you create a NEW poem but the last word in each line has to be from his poem. Get the rules from him, you know I d don’t post rules LOL

“I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight”

After Apple Picking – Robert Frost

How is it that I
cannot
but be forced to rub
and rub for the
strangeness
will not remove itself from
everything in front of my
own two eyes and sight
forever
lingering there
no matter the resources
I employ
the tactics that I use
it is never leaving
and always there
strangeness unremoved.