Poem: The Necessary Poetry of Things

The Necessary Poetry of Things

All around us,
they sit, quiet,
their lives secret,
quietly broken, chipped,
worn beyond recognition, yet
still compelling.

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The picture was taken at Andy Key’s and Steve Decker’s antique shop in Salem, NY. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

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