A man walks up and faces
this new red brick wall
The bricks are all perfect
as you might expect in a dream
And the cement is tuck-pointed
without a dribble, anywhere
He looks at the wall
and puts his head through it
And when he pulls his head back
there’s a brick missing
This man thinks Brick
Brick
But it’s no emergency
To him Brick is not
an emergency
When this brick is gone,
when it’s completely consumed in his mind,
he will take another
and another
and another
And you know and he knows
that he will never worry over Brick
again
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