One poet is too many
to decorate a ruined shed.
Time needs no poet.
New stuff does,
and easily accommodates a hundred.
One poem about ruin from poverty or neglect
is too many poems about it.
A poem diminishes ruin,
time;
but a new shed,
no time, well, just in,
is lifted by rhyme.
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