Who Can See For Miles?
I stand silently on
my roof, looking out
over the surrounding lands
I see the deserts
extending for miles
to the west and south
they are flat, dry
places of sand and shrubs
where few animals survive
I see the mountains
jutting into the sky
to the north and east
they are tall, craggy
pieces of rock and dirt
formed over many millennia
I see the sun setting
over the deserts in the west
a sea of red and orange
Virgil is standing
next to me, waiting
for me to return
there is no one else
watching the sunset
it makes me Sad.
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