In a place of vast surpassing beauty
a man started building a path
to a view that was
just as fine as
any other
there.
Why is he doing it the locals asked
you can bet he’s going to
take money off some
foreign dupes
too stupid
by half.
And in time people came from afar
to climb that path to a view
that was just as fine
as any other
and just
as free
only
far steeper.
And so he grew
into a contented old man
happy in the surreptitious gift of
beauty he’d given the foreign dupes.
whypoetry 
July 10th, 2015 at 6:30 am
Wow. Something good has happened to it now! It’s more laconic, more serene, even more like Three to See the King now. Great job!