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driveway wall sonnet
the crumbling wall beside the gravel drive,
once made of concrete, stones, and grasping weeds,
replaced by hands professional, alive,
with newer stones and ne'er a mind for needs
sat low and bright in symmetry and line:
a place for shady reading, watching ants.
the saddest loss of all was something fine--
our names, paved over by improvement's dance.
what some might call graffiti made us clear:
a permanent addition to a song
composed by one sicilian engineer.
we were the record of belief held strong.
of course, the arrow pointing toward the well
was also lost, but wishes never fell.
(shit, i thought that looked short. duh. 14 lines, not 10.)
once made of concrete, stones, and grasping weeds,
replaced by hands professional, alive,
with newer stones and ne'er a mind for needs
sat low and bright in symmetry and line:
a place for shady reading, watching ants.
the saddest loss of all was something fine--
our names, paved over by improvement's dance.
what some might call graffiti made us clear:
a permanent addition to a song
composed by one sicilian engineer.
we were the record of belief held strong.
of course, the arrow pointing toward the well
was also lost, but wishes never fell.
(shit, i thought that looked short. duh. 14 lines, not 10.)
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