never for long

we walk past
the iron wrought rail,
twisted black,
the steps leading
down to a basement door,
concrete
crumbling, a stained
glass
window
in an empty church,
the one white cloud
between the trees,
a peeling board.
so much
around us, so much
beauty
in what we don't
see.
even you get ignored
from time to time,
but never for long,
and never by me.