Facade, b’hind scaffold scaling,
marks – with arches – out
community,
surrounded by sheet metal
dressed in cult’ral uniform.
Across: Croft past ‘n present;
flesh ‘n brick beneath
the sun. Jack-
hammer heard behind:
BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH
The road runs riv’ring currents,
coursing crashless swirls
of traffic. Now
a siren song breaks rapid
in jet stream.
On soaring, searing fire’s flight
flies th’light of time’s
fate-arrow.
Behind the glass, I ask
my mind for words…
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william altoft 