this weather station

this weather station

positioned at a distance

remote and true,

this structure stands still

recording changes

in the air;

the observed passing of time

stripping the outlook

essentially abandoned

it has become something

only the hardiest walkers see,

nestling for a photograph

beside this soundless shape;

stoic and simple

it can make no words

some are amazed

by the resilience,

the facing down

of shearing cold

starless night

a winter of no faces;

the utter loneliness of a hot summer

there will come a day

when none will know

this structure,

unbricked one piece at a time

no one aware  

of which brick began the collapse

into the embrace of patient soil;

irrevocably made hollow

from the inside out.