On this pavement, noise and dust are the norm.
They hit the ears like a slap on his face.
'Sorry for the inconvenience' felt like it referred
to him. But his note is in pink.
Neither can he park his car on this lot.
It is giving way to skyscrapers of glass and iron.
The business reasons sounded like a heavy jackhammer,
drilling the numbers on his skull.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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