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”
