snow men
prayer for homeless veterans

I wonder
where they live
these men of darkness
with nothing to give
save a smile
and a wave
flying their rags
like ceremonial flags
where do they go
when the snows fly thin
rolling and blowing
with the harshness
of a bitter winter wind.
I wonder if they die
and are replaced
by other men
when spring rushes in...

or do they simply bend
and fold themselves
into the night
and wait in stony silence
for the coming light...