Great Regulars: I was walking down Front Street last December,

snow coming down like a scene on a Hallmark card, clear lights sparkling on the small trees, the big tree on Cass Street all multicolored and happy, the State Theater sending its glorious glow out onto the snow, and I was thinking how we humans work to make beauty. How we make movies and poems and stories and buildings, hoping to do just that.

So, what is human beauty, according to Albert Goldbarth's poem?

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Beauty part of metaphor

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