Bible fanatics raving
Bells sounding
white Cathedral looming
Pigeons gathering
Attacking, scavenging
Fountains offering
Respite from desert sun
Vendors pitching
Shoeshines
Popsicles
Salvation yelling
Basked in shade
Some rays break through
Heating my skin
Midday siren blaring
Yet one day more
Cut in half measure
Our lives metered out
As always I'm here thinking
Half here, but not
Past chasing present
As my demons propel me
To some inevitable conclusion