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About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.

It must be Nova Scotia; only there

does one see abled wooden houses
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James Symons 18 April 2017

A beautiful poem. Very moving and profound. In a month I'll be eighty years old, and Life and the memory of it so compressed.... So true.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 19 February 2017

...abled wooden houses. Well communicated. Sylva

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