on a distant mountaintop
he didn't wave, he didn't stop
just turned his back
and
quickly rode off
I've seen him once or twice before
always the same,
never changes
watching from afar
not even a doff of his hat
it's a mystery to me
what is it that he sees?
down in this valley
observing, never approaching
always riding off
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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