A storefront window

dissolving echoes of truth

eternally etched

in the minds of old youth

sits centered

on a mossy brick facade.

 

Those passing by

never see what’s inside.

Though honestly,

that’s by design.

 

Perpetual dissonance

behind the arched cedar door

with its inside, not out

weathering more.

 

And the old cobblestone road

leads to longing for hope

of a safe place

for children to grow.