Poem: Progress

Beauty . . . once again being dropped in the eye of the beholder.


I rather liked the rehab
Just an old building,
a hundred years or so
Not old for Prague

Care taken with the details, a wistful
slash of glass across the front
Old windows, carefully preserved
intruding their speciality

The designer cared, followed through
Someone with an eye for style,
enough for reverence
I passed by again last week

They painted the damned thing pink
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