a lost brave
leans against a building
(tho he is unwelcome)
beside a busy walk.
everything he owns
fills a pack
upon his back
he is far
from his fishing boat,
an ocean teeming with fish,
from the majestic forest,
from his children,
his clan
his eyes reveal
a story of hurt and pain –
the uncertainty of the city.
a sidewalk for a bed,
charity of strangers
his only grace
a challenge
every day –
a new beginning.
beyond the fire
that tames his demons
the only plan that matters
is to survive
far from home
he can scarce remember.
a lost brave, fighting back tears,
pride in the knowledge
of his ancestry,
his place –
his blood
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Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose 
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