There's a broad blank cement wall
where the freight trains are elevated.
It runs from Cedar west to the old depot.
You know the place-
behind the post office that's now a bank,
by the parking lot that used to be a bowling alley,
beneath the shadow of the chemical plant.
Anyway, there's this broad blank cement wall there
that is desperate for beautification
at the hands of a poet or urban artist.
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