The Building

The                    Building

I    stood    in    the    sand
In    my    city    of    ruins
Music      in      the      air

The    blues     and    yellows
Of   a   late   summers  sunset
Blocked   by    that   building

Like     unfinished      dreams
Burnt  orange  against  the sky
Just      public        housing

Twenty       five       stories
Of     love     and   community
Built      to     be     apart-

-ment       to      be     ugly
In    my    city    of    ruins
It      is     anything     but

A        skyscraper        here
Towering    above   the   shore
A        giant            alone