I received this poem from a friend whose heart aches for a friend.  Lighten the burden with a prayer of your own.

“He Once Was Dan”

they rode a blue moon pale

down a dirt covered snow melt

street where windows stood

taunting empty

vacant souls riding

past glimpses

of a strong man yesterday

setting sail

riding yachts into the ocean

deep tides

laid waste on the beach

He stood waiting

alone

in a grey Kansas town

for the small

box of belongings

needed

for another day.

©2013 Susan Graf

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