Barufaldi
03/1997
Belize, Central America
The ancient sugar cane mill,
once forceful, now
pensive,
quiet, peaceful.
Gears and wheels,
once productive, now
resting,
a fused silhouette of rust-stained metal,
choking with sinuous green growth, yet,
soften by pastel-colored layers of leaves.
Porous red bricks,
once supportive, now
weakened,
eroded by unfulfilled dreams and promises, long ago.
The ancient sugar cane mill,
succumbing to pressures of new ways,
reminiscent of past glories.
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