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Poetry #482
(published April 15, 2010)
The Necessity for Ruins
by Howie Good
It's cold even for January.
There's no one else on the path.
The backs of houses hidden

the rest of the year are visible
through the leafless trees.
I feel like I'm looking

at something I shouldn't.
Off in the distance
a dog begins barking.

Snow patchily covers
the ruins of a garden
the town planted in memory

of the dead Cernigilia children,
a brother and sister.
The most mysterious thing,

I read somewhere,
is a fact clearly stated.
The sun will shine

for another six billion years.

Howie Good lives in New York (but not New York City).

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