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A Slight Preponderance

We construct so many ugly things –

the tacky, jerry-built and tumbledown.

The motel strip that draggles into town, 

malls thrown up in a frenzy 

of architectural cliché, daubed-on facades.

The big-box stores, big boxes 

stranded on a raft of parked cars. 

Space assaulted by our careless need

to fill it up.  


At least they won’t last, we think 

morosely. Thirty years and they’ll collapse.


Much that is beautiful will not last either. 

But beauty has, we hope, a slightly better chance.


That’s all it takes. Matter maintains

only the tiniest advantage over anti-matter 

– one particle in a million million. It’s still enough

to fill a universe with stars.


In all the ephemeral collisions 

between humanity and space, there’s hope

we might achieve a balance on the side of grace, 

a slight preponderance of beauty.

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