Zoning Laws

The banner is heavy and hanging in gold,

The story of how this street corner was sold.

I hid in that arcade to wait out the rain,

Now it’s just glass and a digital stain.

A work glove is frozen in mud by the fence,

The cost of the city just doesn't make sense.

A stiff, empty palm in a puddle of grit,

And I’m just a ghost standing right next to it.