Flux

I find ease in the constant change

New buildings around each corner

A crane lifting a piece of scaffolding

Like Jenga with higher stakes

 

My favorite building was torn down yesterday

I had never breached its walls

It was just nice to know it was there

Watching over me with chipping paint

 

The city smells like pee

But each building has crafted its own unique cologne

Different elements add to its unique aroma

I like to sit and think about it

 

The view from the park is overwhelming

So much to focus on and only so many hours

Sunlight fleets and with it

My focus

 

Hazy smoke rushes to my brain

A cab honks in the distance

Terrified of going home

For now it’s me and my buildings

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