The Two Knights

On the merlons of the lookout tower
Yesterday’s strangers
A body of two
Rigged in their metal garb
And a sword for me and a sword for you.
There was no rain
Just wind
Sweet calm wind that whistles in your ear
Like an old friend’s husky voice
Eyes locked in a supreme
Hazel on double
Limbs moving like the
Flickering fingers of a master pianist
Cinema stop motion
I wish I were a nephologist
That I may look to the sky
For every one of my
Days and every one of my
Nights.

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