Literature
The Dusty Bench Outside
Why should architecture matter?
When I am inside a building,
I cannot see the outside.
I may not have seen the whole
As I came through the door,
Navigating the stairs,
Talking to you while listening
And taking off my coat.
But I saw the crack in the walk,
The dip with the puddle,
The flowerpot by the door,
The brass mailbox,
The tint of the stucco,
The arch of the doorway,
The red paint with small gash,
The crushed stone, the rain spout,
The dusty bench,
The number of windows
On the second story,
The distance to your neighbor.
In three seconds
I knew the housing of your soul,
Where to step and what to bring
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