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Clocktower Winds

by Doug Pugh

I never noticed
On the stair winds of life
When up
In counted effort
Became down
Always seeking
That balustraded edge
With a vantage
To sit back with ease
To draw in and sigh
The wonders that lie
There all the time
Through walls
Of sandstone
I made myself
Waiting till I was there
And yet
I suddenly find
My way is now down
That crest passed me by
And the walls
Still scratch
And hold firm
Odd glimpses now and then
Through taunting
And slow as I might
Gravity pulls onwards

Copyright © 2005 by Doug Pugh

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