A windhover
hovers over
Windover Hill
stilling Time
as the Long Man
of Wilmington
strides silently across
2,000 years of history
visiting our summer
through the heat haze.
He appears to hold
open a portal
or perhaps
close it
in time...
(like a lift...going down)
a couple
all in yellow
in the distance kiss
as the Long Man
of Wilmington
smiles
at this.
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