Sacred, Profane
Gnarled traffic defines the divine and the mundane
and its peak hours mix the sacred with the profane:
the slightest, faintest trace
of a vacant parking space
is seen as nothing less than a great miracle,
beatific vision, ecstatic spectacle!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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