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
burning--

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