Zebulon studies stars
under his raincoat,
blocks out ambient light
ever-present as cars,
naturally, he climbs
everyday like a goat,
sheer cliffs pose no threat, slight,
centered, without worry,
his telescope sometimes
aggravates his balance,
muscles in his bare feet
arrange thoughts like a dance,
lift up, step down to meet
insults in a hurry.
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