Open During Construction

November 7, 2012

The sound of construction is a mutinous beauty,
such a perverse pounding to stand pillars, the scaffolding and slashing
of structured corners
we walk between: this could be any city;

the window washers could hate their jobs
or their wives; falling bricks could catch
in the hefty black netting , a weight  that hangs
like a swallowed love for a woman with a familiar heart.

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