THE GARLAND AT PINE MANOR
'Pristine the property's not - there are tire tracks
and mud holes all over it. But once there was a
house here, and a barn and shed over there.
It all looked very different.'
I tried imagining what he said : looking for
ways to reconvene the past. Glass like a glimmer
on some inland lake, a flat body of water moving
nothing, a clutch of woods and broad greenery
along the edge of some marshy swamp. It did seem
plentiful, all that water and land.
It's so vivid now, how we've changed in
this modern day everything old and past
to bare memories in some tired attic of time.
No one cares what's gone, or missing.
Only money matters.
Only money talks.
And no one knows how quickly
that cheap currency
passes
away.
'Pristine the property's not - there are tire tracks
and mud holes all over it. But once there was a
house here, and a barn and shed over there.
It all looked very different.'
I tried imagining what he said : looking for
ways to reconvene the past. Glass like a glimmer
on some inland lake, a flat body of water moving
nothing, a clutch of woods and broad greenery
along the edge of some marshy swamp. It did seem
plentiful, all that water and land.
It's so vivid now, how we've changed in
this modern day everything old and past
to bare memories in some tired attic of time.
No one cares what's gone, or missing.
Only money matters.
Only money talks.
And no one knows how quickly
that cheap currency
passes
away.
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