Once was a building with windows... before 1927... bricked over thereafter...
Once was a billboard of sorts, for a family business, for a plumber...
commerce before the great fall of '29,
before the fall of '08
and all the little stumbles between...
These bricks have seen marching in the streets...
possibly arrests, stolen kisses, drunk students...
Paint fades ever so slowly, overlapping itself,
waiting for the new
as the past bleaches in the sun.
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