The man in the tall tower

By Asa Montreaux

Above the hill

The house on the haunted hill

Banging a xylophone:

a clothes hanger

A mallet

‘Sir, what are you doing.’

Before:

Crash, bang, bang.

No music.

Shaking your heart

Awakening from the dream

Falling back to it

It was nothing but the shock of it feeling

Real. Was he?

All these places at one time. But

One after the other.

I am here.

In their words.

In our words, past

Present and near future.

I don’t know my limitations,

But I know my soul’s yearnings,

And its aches and its disappointments

There were some. Some people let us down.

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