Where Old and New Collide

Cold, dark, and ancient

cavernous space interrupted

by a shaft of light opening in.

High voices glide through the entrance,

echoing,

and gently kindling a fire.

Young inexperience

pushing out the silent, stagnant air.

Replacing old

with new warmth and energy.

Foreigners both

the Spanish cathedral

and the American visitors

that transform it.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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