almost time now
he watches as
she inches
closer to the
horizon
little later
today
soon her sister
will greet him
front porch of
the tower
never intended
for the purpose
he finds most
useful
trying to catch
one more glimpse
before light is
fully diminished
he arrives home
from wherever
the crooked
spinning stairs
take him to the
tower
perched there
like an owl set back
his eyes adjust
to the shadows
just as they
are ready to close
and Buddha smiles
through the window…
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