Poem: Progress

Beauty . . . once again being dropped in the eye of the beholder.
Progress 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	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.