I saw him walking
I recognized his swagger
The obtuse posture.
Never understood
What I was trying to say
Nor did he want to.
Seeing him loping
From a slight distance, I knew
It was him, and smiled.
Wondered what story
He listens to now, or tells.
Mine is still the same.
Love always and all ways.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
Tragically beautiful.
Thanks, and yeah. That’s him. Tragic. Snd at times beautiful. Glad it came across that way. 😊