Three corners wrapped against
Weathered and pressure treated
Elevated antique communication
Faded paper starts to tear free
One corner in the breeze
So faintly my profile sun leached
Some ages and several squalls
That picture of me older even
I wonder if they came out
Lining up scanning earth, open ranges
Do they swim still, down murky
Are there secrets anonymously
Lost now, how do they feel
They gave up I am still not home
Inwardly they've mornef and moved
Life is to each our only found
Please before this wind takes me
Say a prayer for me, and look around
I was missed, taken, lost forgotten
Now just this page, is left of me