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May 2013
Silent swing on the tree,
half-broken,
creeking as the wind blows
Doesn't really look like much.

They're talking of tearing it down.
If only they saw...

Yes, it is abandoned,
and has no significance
neither to me nor to the world,
but that is its significance

A singular, physical unit abandonment
in its prime manifestive form.
Unhidden, unmasked,
painfully present for everyone to see.

How many more of them exist?
Nowadays, they just tear them down
or put a pretty facade on
It's hidden,
but it's still present,
just covered up.

I guess we're just modernizing the world,
personifying it,
to be more human.
D K
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