Jan 2020
Tumbled down rubble
pushed then mounted
into the truck's buckets,
driven through sodden mud
and away from centuries of familiar standing,
do memories join your journey,
shadows of past existence and echoes of sweat,
of worry?
The bones of a building
shell shallow and crusted
without soul.
pushed then mounted
into the truck's buckets,
driven through sodden mud
and away from centuries of familiar standing,
do memories join your journey,
shadows of past existence and echoes of sweat,
of worry?
The bones of a building
shell shallow and crusted
without soul.
Watched an old familiar building in its final stages of demolition. Been standing for 100+ years, but alas no more. Never been inside, never will know if the progress will be better than what was there except through my eyes' memory
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grumpy thumb
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