Spotting a Relic
They’re tearing down a building;
All that’s left’s the concrete frame.
You can see the ceilings and the spots
That windows used to claim.
It was once a home to many -
Don’t know how or why folks left.
Maybe some received a buyout;
Others might have been bereft.
When I pass the site each morning
And I note this empty shell,
It is hard to see it as a place
Where people used to dwell.
Still today, beneath a window,
Or where one once seemed to go,
Was an add-on A/C unit
And that let the whole world know
That, though soon there’d be a building
With apartments, bright and new,
It’s replacing homes where lives were lived;
Acknowledgment is due.
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