weird

daylight dulls the flashing neon cowboy up ahead

the old sentinel has watched over this here domain for twenty-nine years

he once kept watch of everything

from here to barton atop his one-story throne

now the condos being built five hundred feet away obstruct his view

there is mercy sewn into his blindfold

the skyline he cut his teeth alongside is but a reminiscence

the harsh curvature of the sail building leads the new era

away from the city he once knew

the soaring cranes peek down at him as if to say

“we’re not as far from there as we will be”