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Franklin Street Franklin Street was our cool cathedral to play in vaulted high in green with shards of light breaking through leaf-windows in trees to fall on mosaics of brownish-yellow bricks curbed by shaded aisles flanked with patches of green over to side-altar steps where flowers threw off scents like thuribles pluming incense and porches opened onto narrow transepts at whose distant end a lone stained glass window glowed reddish orange for vespers and none. We played different there celebrating our rituals in restrained games with quiet fervor as it were in a sanctuary of our own between eight mighty pillars flanking the nave, evenly spaced bearing the weight of the arches— or were they oaks? Next Home |