was a
rainy morning
and from
the
street corner
the
bridge ran
out of
sight
a gray
gothic
steeple
rose
above the
trees
that
sprouted up
from the
train tracks
running
beneath the bridge
a red
brick building
once a
factory
now a
warren
of art
school studios
stood
beneath hovering
slate
colored puff clouds
blanketing
the sky
coalescing
and dissolving
listless
and shaky
in the
maryland dawn
i sought
the grace
of the
white light
that
opened in ovals
within
the glowering sky
the grace
of the spectacular
vectors
of light
that
appeared
in the
belfry
of the
church steeple
