Ten mils thick



I have to let work go
and criticism too
to hear
the
heavy plastic sheets on the building
men are constructing next
door
flapping in strong wind.
Soon
they will be done
and I will hear the
flapping of the plastic
no more.



			Brandywine
			3/21/98
			

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