Stranger by Raymond A. Foss
A stranger Down the street On the roof No more
In the air – out in space Tacked to the sky Frozen for an instant so I could see
Shock, disbelief Run to where he fell bent and broken, alone Who is he, will he make it
Wondering - no news Driven to know, to hear How he is, is he alone
Act of will, of submission, Of service Called me to the scene, to his room
A mother’s son Dealing with another challenge, another test
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