in the midst of the steel and mortar of downtown Cleveland
is a small park-like section, an old cemetery actually
sitting right in the middle of it all
I can see a large group of trees,
the leaves changing into their fall colors
poking up above some of the smaller buildings
and parking garages
I look at this park-like cemetery
in a sort of bewildered astonishment—
I have never noticed it before
I have been looking out the same window
in the same direction for 15 years,
even knew of this cemetery as a Cleveland landmark
and it has never once registered in my cloudy brain
but it sits there quietly nestled in the midst
of the steel and mortar of downtown Cleveland
giving me something
besides disappointment, for once
to look at
