Every clear-sky pre-dawn morning he waits
Pretending not to see me
Standing in profile, arms outstretched
Weapon in hand, in combat
With some thing, but I think posing for
My benefit, pretending to enact
The battle of his life
Quite the fancy dresser
In his jewel-belted skirt
Up there sparkling away
My, it's early out today
I think, and turn from my dandy friend
As my own day I must begin
And wonder if he gets tired
Up there all night forever
But in the end my thoughts diverge
To parking the car and making my train
To my own job where I pose all day
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