) If not Love
what is it? ;
In the spiraling
heat of
Summer’s
scorch and pride
there is one construction site
Of flourish and
prosper,
Quay and concrete slabs
Obstacles yet needed
for
Effecting a
furthering
The workers in uniforms,
Up and down on the
cranes;
The sturdy winches
Unforsaking them, loyal to
Their faith move to and fro
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