Off Main Street

Buildings being rebuilt,

cities bustling out of cities,

gray slab evidences its weathering,

trickling its age 

down the drabbiness of coarse cement

light skirts through the patchwork boarding

and half-sealed windows onto barnacled piping.

The wind whistles around corners, tugging at scowling windows that scare off the would-be intruder 

Doorways are 

frameworks, contexts, glimpses,

memories that you can't quite remember

and these old buildings are piles of gravel,

dinosaur bones half-buried,

history that has fallen to its geometric elements,

to be reshaped, reformed, reinterpreted