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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