As I walked along a quiet stretch of Vliet Street on a recent afternoon, this building caught my eye. I’m not exactly sure why, but it did. I stopped and spent some time, and this is what I saw.
Blue paint chips from a base of aged brick
revealing the sandstone layers
A bird twitters a lonely plea from the tree
in front, still without its leaves.
Windows broken, bandaged with wire;
a sign on the door:
VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED.
Shards of glass and drips of old
black paint, slowly eroded
from the fire escape above,
a weather-eaten piece of wood
resting on its lower level,
moss creeping up the front door.
will it ever be used again?
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