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Brick is the eye
of the beholder
Brick the coffeehouse facade
in Trendytown
lit by orb lamps
and succulents
Brick the closed factory
the wires laid bare
entwined to fresh canvas
of graffiti’d air
Brick the messenger
that flies straight through
the window of
his grandfather’s home
his grandfather’s home
Brick the college town
and abandoned steeple
the famous band
and the show
they played
Brick the builder
clay and shale
bent and pressed
then fired
Brick the memorial
lasting and durable
eternal the way
memories are not
Brick the rowhouse
the color of rust
and jobs and puddles
left by black boys
Brick the feeling
of sinking
at the bottom
at the bottom
of it all.
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