A 'Prayer' - Poem by James McLain
My prayer, that no one hears
as i walk through the blowing snow
and up each step,
they pause to let me by.
Chafed my wrists, your lips
each face looks on concerned.
One ask them why.
My love for her, each call, each tear,
by all around, i see them arm in arm.
The levers pulled.
rolls down the wooden ramp,
and muddies her clean feet.
i stood alone before the bench,
without a name.
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