Indomitable you, my foundation
Firmly flopped against a rippling storm—
Crickling webs of concrete:
hot, expanding thunderclaps
cracking cold and warm
They thought, I think, that I had things all right:
Formed the mold, tamped the sand, leveled gravel
to pour over rebar, kept things tight
To impress the foreman, that old bored devil.
The dust only settles once we’re all dead;
The skyscraper’s crash flaps in my head,
My mind jostled, my once-fine dust disturbed,
A Rock Dove takes off in sudden alarm.
Silly little birds, constructions sounds scare,
This Pigeon’s gone to build his nest elsewhere.
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