Reconstruction overnight

Of a city burning bright

Students of Blake as am I

To take away the corporate sight


A school remade to serve the few

A wall painted to hide the hue

Of things both born of black and gold

The ornate create and break the mold


As shifts in wind distort the town

Black and gray morph into clown

Those who stay will soon be known

As those who claimed art as their home

One Reply to “Ajo”

  1. I do not fully understand what must be several layers of meaning here (“Black and gray morph into clown”???)

    That said, I love it! Please keep the poems coming.

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