Blink

As I sit and stare,
Out the window of knowledge,
Atop a Mount and at the highest point,
And on Catholic grounds,
I ponder;

Between the tree and the tenement,
Lies a signal; only yellow.
It is constant; it never loses pace.
Mystically, it is intriguing.

I overlook a road called fifteen,
In a state of Fatti machii, parole femine,
Where I stare at the two blinkers,
Flashing, flashing, flashing.

My dearest milEy I attend,
Her love is furious,
But only with passion;
Our love is one.

As I sit and stare,
Out the window of knowledge,
Atop a Mount and at the highest point,
And on Catholic grounds,
I ponder.

Blink

Matthew Williams

Windermere, United States

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