Write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn't seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
ON SOLID GROUND
First set foot on
Brooklyn soil more like
Concrete in Marcy
Projects right outside 605
Park avenue when I was 10
Looking up because I had never
Seen a building down south taller than
One floor before where years
Later my own sons grew into
Manhood at 552 Marcy avenue tip
Toeing through the urban terror
That marked daily living
Beyonce' and rocafella records
Were still just a pipe dream
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