
Across the street, a balcony of patients congregates. They wait, they watch the wrecking ball, IV stands trailing in the pause. Their gowns hang blue upon their frames, their rheumy eyes forget to blink, cigarettes suspend their ash. Still . . . Still, that breathless pause.
At last, the ball floats toward the building's brick chin. Grey faces break into butterfly grins.
Image: HSS.
The ball contemplating what it has wrecked. Terrific...
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... very nice.
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Interesting take...
ReplyDeleteDestruction is fascinating...
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