When I got closer I realized it was just a pile of debris, the beginning of the long-awaited demolition of the Center.
As I walked around admiring it, I realized I was right the first time.
It was a sculpture,
not all that different from the "real sculpture" -an expensive pile of jumbled concrete- fifty feet away.
As Miami's city hall was at my back, I gave it a name, "Detritus (Remains of Soaring, Political Ambitions)".
See this local classic before it gets hauled away. Nothing lasts long in Miami.