Another Phoenix Blemish Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An ugly orange looking brick facing sits across an equally
ugly city hall building.

Weld burns standing out like mold on day's old bread.

A strange thin tower with a pole above it, carries a small
red light of warning to planes flying overhead.

Several men working atop the roof, moving around, but
appear to be doing nothing of importance, because whatever
it is - they're doing it slowly.

Another blight and blemish on our once beautiful desert city.