Beauty in the Ugly

    I was in a part of my town the other day,

    My town where I largely raise my kids

    Not my home town

    Nor towns in South America that I roamed as 

    A young man, walking and talking

    This was 2024 when I observed my current town

    The other places were in decades past

    Different time zones, different times

    

    Not a town or base in Afghanistan

    Nor the sand and berms of Kuwait

    Or California, or Arizona

    The dirt streets and fences and junky sidings

    The poor trailers,

    Not pretty to many eyes

    But somehow beautiful

    To me