The night life of statues?
Great topic. Enjoyed this Bob.
Cheers,
Frank
The Statues Of Prague
They stretch and yawn, clamber down from plinths,
from lintels, canopies, and balustrades,
to crowd into some seldom visited square
where they murmur in their ancient languages
of what they've seen since the last time
they gathered like this. Expressionless faces
begin to smile, some give stone cracking laughs
at the follies of people, their fickle moods,
the arguments, quiet confessions of love,
while others dance slowly or sit and play cards
until dawn pinks the sky when they sigh, return
and hoist themselves heavily to where they're seen
so high above us with looks on their faces
we can never reach, so single minded, so alone.
Bob Cooper
(who hasn't got a cow in there anywhere!)
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