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Vigilante
Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick
From eary day she
arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress
At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess
Throughout her vigil ever she crept
This guardianess
Who seldom slept
Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept
Copyright ©
Vickey Rhymer
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