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lights blew out
like candles
his apartment leaned
on its legs
over a chorus of
ambulances, cars, and rumbling bikes
his shoes
smelled like
a skunk from
a dirty work
as a construction worker
drills screaming into the sun
crane necks long like dinosaurs
hats hard as a rock
a shield to falling things
plummeting onto the hat
kerplunk!
his body froze
from the chilling
whistle of wind
whispering through
window, as if a train
came in
some place out in the parking lot,
his van slept. and in the morning,
the man gazed at
tired faces lumbering on the
sidewalk and
heads of hair
blowing in the breeze
going on a drive
to build a thousand
smiles on people
a construction worker