temple sets

the gallery was fine
open aired and ancient
the work was clean
colorful and innocent
beauty fell with the rain
the crooked trees
basalt stones
stepped and cut, linked and bound
a craftsman skill on a high spirit mound
a love like radiance filtered through the sky
as families and lovers held hands
i strolled and missed my home
i strolled and witnessed green
i strolled and prayed for life
which fits in no social scene.