RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Statue Guarding - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A stately statue standing on a pedestal just inside a
doorway that I am sitting opposite of.
Eerie looking, dressed in black, biker boots, black
cowboy hat, two black eyes, large bushy mustache and
goatee, a jacket, vest with three gold buttons and a
chain probably holding a watch inside a coat pocket.
Hands at it's side, staring into the crowd, a noncha-
lant spectator, a perpetual appearance day in and day
out, a prominent display, even when closed at night.
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