The Tower
Driving to work
each morning
through the projects,
I pass an abandoned club
called Soldier's Place--
I wonder what war
Soldier fought in
and what catastrophe
befell his club
I wonder what chaos
he's battling now--
Sometimes I slow down
as shadow-shapes
dive for cover
in the explosion
of broken glass
and once 
I stopped amazed
to watch an empty dumpster



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