Good Bones

There were run-down homes
with blacked out eyes
and shutters askew like
gravity pulled harder to the left
while their furnace hearts
were long since seized cold

but…

these places with their faces
falling to the earth
they had good bones
they had the promise of a past
made into some new future
because the core was beauty
wrapped in tissue time

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