Square-shouldered,
Smartly suited,
Straining skywards
To see past one another,
To take in the scene,
To get a good look,
To glimpse the water.
Some are close enough to wet their toes.
Clothed in dazzling mirrors
Stolen from a disco,
Or aging somberly in gray
And sitting this one out.
Bearing bright neon garlands,
Wearing bright neon circlets,
Sharing the harsh neon ambiance.
Pillars of society,
Monuments to industry,
Pinnacles of achievement.
Set in stone,
Built upon the rock,
Fostering offspring at the fringes
While sharing a smoke stack.
They'd probably laugh if they could
But instead they just hum.
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