Bricks

Passing by St Patrick’s
An old church downtown
By glass and steel surrounded
I reached out my hand
and touched the stone and brick
My companion from Italy
Said “it is a beautiful church”
And I said, “Yes, it is.”
We agreed, not on the building
But the Body.

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  • danielimburgia

    Again, enjoyed one of your poems, obliged.