Marble Man

I watch his lines start to blur.

As the sun makes its exit, his colors blend.

He melts.

“I never expected this” I say.

He pulls me closer.

When the sun is gone he is soft.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “We have time.”

Hands move, detached from minds.

I don’t worry.

Until the sun comes up and suddenly he is a marble man once again.

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