My Man On The Bleachers

You sit by me, Waiting

Patiently

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I thought I might move Over,

make some Space

between us

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Who are you?

sitting beside me

the Field before us

Empty

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Are you here to Gather

as I am,

Reassemble

the bits and pieces

which, in the Frenzy

of everyday, get dispersed?

Or are you here to remind me

of what I mustn’t lose?

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That in truth

there is nothing more to Fear

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The Gathering

Low enough to Gild the day’s light

and allow for the night to harden

our Sun has given the Signal;

for some it’s their first time

for others it is habit

Recommendations to the newcomers

reminders for the initiated

encouragement to the Seniors

everyone speaks at the same time

generating the clattering cacophony

of the Gathering

Such a sudden cloud you Rise together

settle on another wire continue your babble

Readying yourselves

for the oncoming journey South

until the Deep of the night Ices over

and only the Blue Jay call resounds,

you are Gone.

Photograph by Erwin Wybauw

Photograph by Erwin Wybauw