There was this place, you see.
Empty now it is...
It held the life, it held the hope, it held so much.
Burned...
Blackened...
Dark...
I have stood in its center, feeling its loss.
Filth and ash call it home.
And one visit was enough to know its pain.
Let Me Explain.... For some reason I was reminded the other day of this place in Boise that I had gone to out in the foothills behind Camel's Back park. It always has left quite the impression and this poem comes out of that feeling and memory...
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