it was a rusty color
some of the wood was cracked
it had been there much longer than either of us knew
there were shrubs around it
my first glance was quick
the barn almost faded behind the small hill in front,
now green with the arrival of spring.
if i squinted, i could see the barn better
to many of those who passed by
the barn had been forgotten
its appearance suggested at least that much
you reminded me
that although we often missed it
someone
somewhere
knew it well
and loved
that red barn way off to the left
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