Silver pennants ruffled by

the breeze

distant trumpets, dancing notes

from cloud to cloud.

Misty haze lingers atop

the battlements

closer to the wall, I reach.

A face peers out of a turret window.

Symbols embroidered on


Emblems engraved on shields

are now clear to me.

Sentrys alerted

shoes are worn


birds singing, crickets chirping

I wait.

A face in focus

elegant, classic, you.

Send the order,

“Let him in”

                                                                        Anslem Gentle, April 1990

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