city towers faded brick monuments
replacements squeezed into property lines
commuters scurry under skeletal frame
of shiny new condos
cranes growl & arc
I crawl on gravel
in awe of creation
but how they do spoil the waterfront.
fingers red, unable to grip,
shrugged into pockets
cupped to breath,
blown in hopes of
90 degree weather.
nothing
a contraction of land,
an erect skyline.
