Men are putting up walls
across from my back window
nail by nail, the frame goes up
and concrete is mixed and poured
into its cell blocks.
Each day, the view I had
diminishes a little more.
Now above sidewalk level
ladders go walk about
and the scaffolding grows.
To the sound of the devil drill
and the hammering of a Flicker
studs go into place, riveting
echoes and pipes begin to knock
forming the new latticework.
The crane with its spiders lifeline
drops from the sky with a floor
foundations settling into place.
Each story goes up, square by square
I’m looking at a blank face.