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Rain, snow, sun.
Eating at wood,
Rotting the wood,
Steps slanted, broken.
Not long ago,
When the wood was firm,
The old stepped up and down,
And then, before the wood’s decay,
They stooped, lost teeth, fought
Off worried children, and
Finally died.
The wood followed soon after.
Chipped, collapsed, splintered.
Gray, always gray ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late summer, 2011

















