Sunday, September 27, 2020

from the watchtower

you fill the moat
raise
the drawbridge.
boil
oil on the ramparts,
look
out from the tower
at what's
approaching.
your quill is full 
of arrows.
you're in a mood,
and want
no visitors.
this too shall pass,
but for now
you keep guard
all along
the watch tower.

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