something could fall

sun rises everywhere at once
straight up out of the earth with the hum
of fans moving air the lake would move
for nothing on a day of broken
clouds, floor lights that illuminate
the way out in red – something is
rising on every corner

a construction worker,
hard hat in hand,
stops in the street
with morning coffee
to contemplate something
Frank Lloyd Wright designed
before he gets down to work on
something else

roofers shout over hammering, one
says I have pictures to prove it
and man, was she pissed
but there is no architect on hand
with a plan to connect these pieces, so
they drift down into the hum and the words
and the hammering and the trucks
and a dog barks

clouds gathering make you think
something could fall before the day’s out

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