1952.
Nestling in a desert wasteland
is this monolith of fame,
perhaps a creature quietly sleeping,
omniscient, oh! so tame.
Knowing all but seeing nothing
as many others pass it by
while it dwells in concentration
underneath a pale blue sky.
Raw,coarse textures paint its surface,
colours vary, changing light.
Intense moods in many hues
deepen with approaching night.
Dark and brooding under starlight,
then with the coming dawn,
shifting shadows swiftly scamper
as new morning sun is born.
Rusty red and ochre orange
burst upon a new day’s page.
Pied Butcherbird trumpets, triumphantly
to announce another stage.
Silent,
ancient and archaic
where those rocky ranges rise
to a vista of extremes
underneath
hot azure skies.
©. Rimeriter. 2005.
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