Homeless Moment
Sticks form the outline of a hobo's trail.
The distant sunset might not avail
His hope of a home soon found,
Desperately hoping there's no train bearing down
On his soul, so fragile at first glance,
But just two days ago did do a dance.
In the midst of beauty, nothing's sure.
Stop and think to drink in what's pure.
Copyright © James Townsend | Year Posted 2016
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