It sits alone, abandoned in a field
Put aside by those who care not
Rusted and aged, it no longer runs
Yet look at the headlights so bright
See that the rust forms fractal patterns
Geometrical purpose can be seen
How many people did it carry in its day?
To see the beauty in the lines and bends
To recognize the purpose it once had
Honoring the creation of such a thing
Truly, is there ever real ugliness?
Beauty can be found in everything
© Carol Campbell
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