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Nights with Quijote

By: Stuart Harper
Competition Year: 2013
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The keeper on the hill spends endless nights
Casting beams into the glimmering fading cascade
To see the new star as the relic of an ephemeral blaze.
He gazes out to where curtains of sky fold into the sea,
Tilting at red lights and strong winds which close
The eyes of those who, on the end of the Earth
And on the edge of space, dare to graze.
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