in the afternoon,
in rouen,
there where la piece de resistance resisted the bombardments 70 years ago
I sat on the side of a concrete flower pot, watching the cathedral.
watching the beggar that I shouldn't have given my 20 cents to.
he stood in the entrance of the pride of Rouen.
stopping everyone who wanted to see the miracles of the Gothic style,
for a little money, no one wanted to give away.
