Journeymen

Returning we, your journeymen thought about you
As your big round eyes burned into our tired backs.

The sea was calm, yielding but a little orange dusk.
We had the talkative middleman and some flowers

To look in your eyes and ask outstanding questions.
As minds went blank, capturing your stone beauty

We forgot to ask why you had made these images
Only to break them ,one by one, into fine powder.

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