It is true.
With a blueprint,
I measured and mapped you
I hammered, sanded, and
Varnished you
But you were built on sand
There was only a tiny slab of rock
The rain rotted the wood
And mushrooms overtook you
There wasn’t enough for me
To rebuild
What you were determined to lose
Written: circa Fall 2003
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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