I was looking at my poetry from the class I took two years ago.
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You stand there unwilling to move
Standing between what's in and what's out
Blocking the way
Causing passage to be longer
Less direct
You stand there in red brick
Or log, concrete or aluminum
Supporting life and business
Standing to make this space
More segmented
You stand there like an open canvas
Waiting to be vandalized
By some deviant artist
Standing displaying posters,
Flyers and advertisements
For what is happening, what should happen,
And what we all need to own
You stand there strongly
Over basements, under ceilings
Keeping noises out
And conversations in