Lonely tracks outside my room
Tell much of the way of life
Infinite in ways we'll ever know
Steel and wood and stone
Through darkened window the lake front roils
Bothered by a vernal wind
The spray and breakers cast about
Water and sand and sky
Buildings used only half a day
Stand quiet, black and tall
On top a faded banner coils
Brick and glass and space
Out comes the men whose work starts now
Their bodies hunched and chilled
Thoughts of home crowd out the toil
Flesh and pain and hope
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