view from north & howard

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