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THE SURVEYOR'S PERSPECTIVE Beth McDermott |
Think map as you inspect what counts or doesn't count structure, and move on. What's intact, you've learned, before it disappears. What disappears—this is what it means the bull by the horns. What you mean to say is that flag the expandable holes: pools in the yards of new the caption will one day tell us. At its root, cap-tion is still here's the porch's overhang. Here are the shutter's busted
__ Inspiration for this poem came from thumbing through my town's "Rural Historic Structural Survey," a document in which framing is essentially an act of preservation in an otherwise fluid context.
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