no sign
went up. no word
heard on the street,
but the brick is painted,
the rotted windows
with broken glass,
replaced with new.
the old signs are gone.
new bushes, cut grass,
expensive lights too.
i miss the old building.
it's wide shoulders,
its leaking roof,
its sadness of color.
the peeling paint, the rust
the rot,
the smell of it all.
when walking by.
an old friend to be
admired, now gone,
rehabilitated
by a world
that loves new.
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