Late morning city view
the cranes at angled rest
everything now begins with
that used to be that was
and will be
something new
strange
to know the work
it takes to see
the progress day
by day
but the act
of creation is never
not a surprise—
even while
mired in it.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Beautifully penned! Great poem!
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Thank you!
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Amazing!
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Thank you!
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Awesome!
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thanks!
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A heart throbbing poem .. loved it
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thanks!
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I sort of got confused at the lines “that used to be that was” because of the lack of punctuations. But I read it again and finally understood (I’m slow lol) I thought that part was beautiful actually. Very thoughtful. Your words hit home. They’re tearing down the old house that I grew up in. Preparing it for it’s demolition, my heart aches each time we pass by that place. Lovely poem anyways, sorry my little ramble. xD
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sorry for* Jeez I’m lame.
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Glad I’m not the only one feeling a little nostalgic… thanks for your thoughtful comment!
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