An Anamnesis Of Spring √

demolition team

The churning,

The constant hum

of the engine

I know first hand

how we ruin

Everything good we see.

We take it apart

like little toys

Given to us at Christmas,

But not everything

in this world

Is yours or theirs or mine.

We are merely spectators

Designed to watch.

The splendor and the beauty

Is not ours to take.