standing behind the glass wall,
observing constriction workers:
walking through the building sky-rise scaffolding,
raining the welding spatters
riding the elevator:
up or down.
it is raining outside–
grey water and glowing spatters.
the smoke is mixing with the cars honking
and the after-hours drunken bonding.
a Mid-Town West,
but I’m still standing behind the glass wall–
in a fishbowl longing.