Young Man Watching

I watch you watching the sun rise

With your face turned upward, expectant, excited.

The City reveals itself slowly

Gradually becoming visible after a long night’s sleep

Glittering and shiny

Red gold

Your face too shines in the reflection.

When you see me watching

You smile sheepishly

As if I have caught you doing something wrong

This staring in awe at a new day

You sit on the window sill

So golden, so still


Like some forgotten icon.

 

 

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