Set in stone,
yet eyes watered.
The green face
looks through a small window
of time and art.
It was a slow process, a natural one,
the carved features, once handsome,
had been weathered and worn.
Patina had painted, moss molded,
rain and sun,
and the artful strokes
of ever-changing seasons
had wrought a deeper character
He remains,
not ruined, more interestingly odd,
enigmatic
the way most living statues are....
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