Modest Means

I raised the corrugated metal, but found nothing – yet

there was something.

Dust, dancing over the ground in waves.

Insects, scurrying in all directions.

Tall, yellowed grass, reaching for the sun.

Cracked, orange tiles.

A hidden world.

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