A crepuscular stroll in the elongated twilight leads the Flaneur into a neighborhood steeped in enigma.
What if they gave a patriotic picnic and nobody came ?
A crepuscular stroll led me past Oakland center
Ask God for mercy, my advice
I had reached a point not distant from the epicenter
There was an incongruous country stable
a stone's throw from the dense inner city
Across from the stable the gate to a striking perplex
Victorian structures stately and well preserved
But don't bother ringing the bell
Don't bother to knock,
Nobody is ever at home of an evening
Around the uplifting fountain
no one ever strolls
Welcoming benches go unused,
The harmony of design goes unnoted,
no carriages go byrfrr
no carriages go byrfrr
and no children ever play
In Solstice time darkness
collects under the eaves,
Beneath the lingering sky
evening waits among the leaves
collects under the eaves,
Beneath the lingering sky
evening waits among the leaves
Around the corner the old public library
It posts no hours, no one there is ever seen
A stolid old church stands firm, a rock of ages
Every sparrow falling, every grain of sand
Every sparrow falling, every grain of sand
A small church in the gloaming,
hope for a new day
hope for a new day
It's congregation flown,
Vintage Catholic church for sale
Vintage Catholic church for sale
A corner turned
some time ago
some time ago
June 2014
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