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OBSOLETE
By Jim Kittelberger


The rays of the sun slant through the window
illuminating the dryness of age in this forgotten place.

Benches along a wood paneled wall
remain highly polished from the
multitudes of trousers and dresses that  
buffed its surface.

Bars with a patina of age upon them still guard
a long gone presence that once
routinely and officiously charted the
journeys, the count of which befogs the counter.

This forgotten structure, with walls that were once yellow or green or red, chipped away by weather and neglect has turned gray now
as if to accommodate the modern world by becoming
as one with the landscape of the past.

Yet, to forget so easily this creation of its time as
a discarded relic, would bury all that we were
that lives still in the lazy sun lit
dust of memory and where we too will assuredly
abide one day.  



  © Copyright Jim Kittelberger 2001.  All Rights Reserved.

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