The tow’r beside my bed, you see
is quite the work of art
attempting to break all the charts
for manmade apogees.
Someday, I will not search to find
When Madame Time is free
My bedside tow’r I’ll face fin’lly
Uncov’ring more, behind.
©2022 Chel Owens
Written in response to Diana’s challenge regarding the ever-elusive To Be Read pile.