Edward Cates

by Edward Cates and Anna Cates To me, ancient ruinsAre always preferableTo stark metropolitan glitz Let me see the placesWhere time has seeped intoLichen-wreathed stoneworkAppreciating nature's revulsionAt the angular excesses of manSet my soul free to danceWhere the wild winds whistleUntamed through empty panesLet my tired heart again savor  The taste of reclamation There is oft more beautyIn where man once wasThan where he yet remainsArtistry in tumbledown ruinsDeciphered by nature’s penTranscribing life onto bricksIn fantastical, kenopsic verseTeach us to love her poetryLet our hearts learn to exult inThe iconoclasm of artifice antique landeroded strand revealingthe cairn . . .poised like…