THE beam of sunlight slashed through the dirt encrusted skylight of the factory which sat on the eroded riverbank, and lit up the dingy blue painted front panel of the
MACHINE which had worked quietly and efficiently 30 years ago, but
WAS now a sad reminder that some inventions are pertinent only in a limited time frame in this world and once
BROKEN are not worth fixing.
THE young girl used dirty water and suds to scrub the huge blue painted surface of the old
MACHINE as her parents and other community members lifted and scooped to re-purpose the decrepit building along the riverbank in what
WAS the part of town that no investor calculated could turn a profit because it had
BROKEN the many companies that tried.
THE people walked and picnicked along the freshly landscaped riverbank in front of the new museum, sparkling white inside and out, that featured the
MACHINE with the blue painted front – where skylight sun at different angles for 30 years of seasons had created a unique multi-hued sculpture – which
WAS viewed as
BROKEN by no one.
Anne Pellett
C – 2023
Brilliant poetry.
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What an imaginative presentation! Well done!
And I loved the turn at the end from the utilitarian view to the artistic appreciation.
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