Monday, September 23, 2019

Square brick shell
Will be a bank
On a hill
Kept the house
I'm told
To fit in
No bank back then
When immigrants were here
We're the ones who remember
Where drugs were sold
Cold children who didn't thrive
I'll bank on this
It's as the builder says
Banks don't care
Where this land's been
But then
There are some
Like me
Who
Do