Brickies

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the wrist and flick and joust of these boys

building up one lumpen red at a time

walls appear and seem to last

whole cities sometimes

made to plan

the initials in each

looking out over trees that are not there

fire bitten and bronzed with ash

one red faced

the other pale

knows what the other is thinking

when his hand reaches into the satchel

for another

cigarette.

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