From the Ground, Up

Dancing on the beams and joists,

hammering at the gray girders,

roistering with our friends,

we commence the building on the 13th floor, 

hoping, like madmen,

that when completed,

the superstitious project manager

won’t notice

12 floors missing.

 

 

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