[Culture] elegy

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the movers came in today told me to remove all my stuff somebody else needed the space   I took down the paintings placed there so carefully over the years   slowly at first then angrily -- tossed them in a box   been in this room so long it feels like a body   times change, and the seasons bushes are getting green again though the pine tree out back has lost its hue   strange how it goes with trees the day the old bishop died they chopped down his maple   on the street the stones are piled in irregular heaps the stones that the builder refused   stones now beginning to shine gleaming like emeralds, ruby and topaz gems in the city walls, perfect in beauty   you were in Eden once and every precious stone adorned you sapphire, onyx and jasper   on the street the stones are piled in irregular heaps the stones that the builder refused     Ross Bender http://rosslynnbender.org/poems.html