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Beauty determines the distance I go
by James Navé

Do you consider a dilapidated farm house beautiful?
I've often stopped
at deserted structures
to admire the geography
of ruin where people once lived.
Where did they go?
How far did they travel?
Do they remember evenings on the porch
when nights were full of summer?
Do the apple trees in the orchard still bear fruit?
Was there a soldier in the family
Did he come home?
Sometimes old becomes new
when you look at it long enough.


 

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