The Watcher
By Merlin Greaves

i imagine now that he must have soared for hours
freely, looking for some kind of beacon...some reason
perhaps it was me he noticed...too still, too young
for such rigidity
and so he was drawn inward
and so he fell--like a drop of rain
only to catch instantly, moments from his sky
he landed distinctly, almost charmingly
and i just stared all the while--just off the right of him
into nothingness

Thanks for the contribution, Merlin.


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