Courage
last night
the lamps shown soft
in her window
like so many nights before
and the tracks nearby
lay rusted with wear
and the two-lane street
could take you
one way or the other
the difference between
night and day
and together they spoke
without words
for he’d take her place
if only he could
and the prayers went up
to Heaven
like so many there before
for how does anyone, anywhere
out there
face the courage of cancer
without a fountain
of ever-flowing Faith
TL