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The Garden of Forking Buffalo
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
in another life, down a different path
pursuant to other choices
perhaps this place is still alive
vibrant and supportive of community
languishing in the attention of careful hands
never caring to imagine how else it might have been
except, perhaps, in dreams…
of this time and these circumstances
a FOR SALE sign by the side of the highway
and a gas station a few miles to the east
the only commerce anywhere nearby
in the imagination of place, or of structures
what other ways lie parallel to our own?
places and structures have time for dreaming
long nights left alone, in the dark, by the roadside
even with company at the height of the day
somehow aloof, hidden in plain sight
what goes on…
