Such wonderful stonemasonry!
I ponder
At the church that is a block away
Was it Byzantine? Or are the vaults too crossed
Averting eyes with a stranger, I gaze into a home
Paintings line the walls
A chandelier drapes down opulent strips onto the living room
Clawed back by the jagged creases in the door
as the shriek of those children playing in the subsidized park, a crosswalk away
The man is just staring at his phone
I feel for his pets
And his family, can they too be so absent?
Here I got baptized by palms, now I remember
That statue might just be my protector
Present, I read the engraving like it's history