West Towers
johnClare Stokes
Earth day found us tracing a trail
far off the path in the Osceola
below in a pine forest in the shadow
of the West Tower like a large
sundial telling us now was the
only time we would ever have
alone as two hands almost met
but moved away, far away to
other loves, other forests,
other towers watching for
the spark of flame that never
came to fire.
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