Tuesday, December 16, 2008

growing construction



gazing through,
i always find myself transfixed.
looking through a window
as i sip my usual doze of cappuccino.

floor by floor
i could witness it goes higher and higher
is it made by mortar and pestle?
is it made with flesh and bones?

i don't know
it just that,
it spurt up from a meager meadow
---a growing construction!

gazing through,
i always find myself transfixed.
looking through a window
imagining,
what it would be like
to leave it as it is
and create a condo
good for two

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