Across the street from our new downtown office sits a cathedral (sits being an apt word, for a cathedral is the seat of the bishop) whose pale patina from the copper roof installed several years ago has pistachio-stained Montgomery Street, having oozed onto the sidewalk peopled by panhandlers and politicos alike, whispering intimations of greenery onto stale concrete, holding a paten of eucharistic morsels for anyone willing to offer their emptiness as two naked palms and a tiny pang of hunger.
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3 comments:
I know
this is an opportunity to say something important and devout. but I wonder
are roofs installed or onstalled.
agd
Green. It's spring.
Puss
Such a picture of opposites come into my mind from that.
Peace
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