Gerhard Richter Zwei Liebessare (German recent)
How silly it felt to climb the taller,
More daunting tower,
Having fought the guard and left him down--lungs
Full,
Only to see the peculiarity there
And look across--
It was the other one:
The unguarded one,
With no staircase
To the top--
The rich recipient
Of moonlight,
It eschews the climber,
Stranding him in a place commonly reserved for the cowardly,
Its shadow.
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