This poem started in Washington. However, by the time I realized it was forming I was in Idaho and so I never took pictures of the original inspiration. I finally got some acceptable ones in Utah. Enjoy:
Title: Derelicts Derelicts everywhere. More maintenance? Early intervention? By the time they’re falling down, it’s too late. Pride? Utility? Missing? Other things missing. Big gaps. Are they really obsolete? No use? Not salvageable? Not worth it.