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Updated: Feb 16, 2023

She stands on a hill with a sentry’s sense of duty.

As she watches the horizon's fleeting beauty,

that reveals the setting sun going out of sight,

It leaves a trail of gold and blood in the dissolving light.

Sturdy has been her stem and the loads she bears

Times and tempests tossed her stock, trying it to tear.

As she balances precariously on firm tiptoes

From dizzy heights above to see the sad shadows below.

Then, she sways to overlook yonder misty valleys

She imagines the end of it all and the grand finale

with her personas scattered like idle pebbles

in the sands near the homes of all peoples.

Tears again cloud her eyes and threatens to fall,

I have seen the downfall of men, the conifer recalls

The vision she kept hidden, even to

herself, reemerges.

Specter of marauding termites singing funeral dirges.

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