Incipient Windows

Erection moves along beyond the wall
of brick that borders to the east of here.
It hasn’t been a silent build at all,
and as it grows its western features rear:
four holes ill-placed are windows in the tall
expanse (two stories), where no view is clear.
I’m trying not to mind the owner’s goals,
but I preferred the look of fewer holes.

(Ottava Rima)

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