I went to a place with color, it is day.
I went to a place of noise, it is night.
I spoke with human intent, it was survival.
Patience in sacred, afraid and un-showing.
I tip-toed to the road, the rain and cold.
Washington street and Spanish Lane,
Accents were Dutch, Spanish or undetermined.
They spoke universal codes.
I understood well.
The eye is honesty in the darkest of capsules.