lone again in sharp drawn breath
of wind and lonely sky
of haunted umber burnt and bred
with falls that burst and dry
shaken twice- though never disarmed
a brief but long learned way
of tearful moment tried and dead
not black and white! but- gray.
walk with armor straight and tall
hide the ugly , tried and true
and pocketed hand outstretched in shroud-
still waits in tears for you.