In the midst of chrysanthemums
On the other side of blue
Found I you
Waiting like a puddle
After summer rain

I had followed the limping child
Thin through not enough
In the tall grass
Half a day walking
Clutching curiosity

You were sitting wrapped in desperation
Unwashed yet cleansed
Hungry yet full
A blind cobra
Empty of dignity

People passed you by in their oblivion
I looked and saw your flame
Almost extinguished
Barely flickering
Took your hand
In mine

How could I pass you by
How could I…………??

© Keith Dodrill