Day twenty-five

Waving Girl

Handkerchief by day lantern by night

you stood watch at the mouth

of the Savannah river. Day after

day, night after night, nothing

deterred you for 44 long years.
Winter, spring, summer, autumn

would whirl around as you waved

and waved. Did your arms ever

grow weary? Your statue stands

like a sentry. At night when the world

is still, a hushed whisper floats

through the air, the sound of

fabric against wind and the ships

still greet you. Were you waiting

for a sailor lost at sea? Waiting

for a certain ship to return?

Why did you wait so long,

when so many others would

have given up?

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