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In this place,
there is stone.

Strong stout stone,
shaped by human hands,
it has been this way
for centuries.

In this place,
a sheltering arch remains;
a floor that is cool
and matches my mood.

In this place,
I am high
and I can see
the river below,
lights from a city
by the bay.

I sit and watch
progressions.

Light shifts and dances,
fades in shading hues,
may turn to silver,
ultraviolet the winds
of night, the rains of days,
all that progresses,
never once the same,
it is so peaceful here.

I have been here
since yesterday,
perhaps for fifty years,
who knows?

Leaves have gathered
at my feet.

Time flows in red,
I stand aside,
observe,
I marvel
and I wait ...

await ...

you?