The brownstone building
rises high at the corner.
Cornucopia edges run to the
corners where fierce concrete
gargoyles with mottled teeth
repel invisible spirits.
Open windows welcome city air.
Curtains run ripples on the side.
Half pulled shades flutter.
Pigeons circle overhead, landing
noisily on the ledge.
The elderly gather in packs
on the steps. Children pass
in and out like sheep stirred by the
sound of their own gathering.
The front door opens to a foyer
of mailboxes, black and white tile
and a single light.
Roger Singer 