There’s a little man up there
Barely visible among the pillows
Stuffed in that granite chair
Tossing reverent shadows
Across a smothered land
Monolithic enduring symmetric
The chair sows admiration
Sometimes love oftentimes fear
Harvesting in relentless strokes
The little man peaks over the edge
Everyone approaches the chair
None can scale the giant legs
All marvel at the tenant
Atop his glorious perch
Praise to the lonely little man
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Italian Music in Dakota”)
Life Immense 