TO A PAL by A. V. Hall.

I placed a flower on your grave today.
I knew you were not there—
but far away
A fleecy white cloud floated
Blotting out a million miles of mystery and blue.
Perhaps in future years--
beyond the sun--
I’ll stroll the Great White Way—
my task all done.
Perhaps I’ll see you in the passing
throng.
I’ll call your name—
And we’ll be pals anew....

AVH, 1955