| | Three cathedrals in time
And space. Paschal mysteries about me
Incense clouds and languages I know not.
Night falls and I feel the draft,
(La Iglesias of downtown, each its own spirit)
The gold line station isn’t too far.
One, a fortress; the other, sold, as a theater;
Third, a sanctuary, running out, fading and floating
Until the angels return to the streets.
Via Crucis this afternoon
Three trees block our view
The great cloud of witnesses. We
Walk by city hall and look upon the wall--
A mural with Jesus being taken down.
Mary watches even now, in mosaic.
14 stations viewed from the 13th floor,
My co-workers on the roof are watching us walk;
Tents and sleepers let me pass.
Words face the gently sloping hills of assigned unexpected friendship.
The saints call out through the bright lights and shuffling steps.
The Sabbath begins on the train ride home.
Good Friday
2007
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