Asymmetric and leaning are
the tethers of each wing
in this promised land
the bell tower blips;
each counterbalanced, crazy bling.
It speaks to us in brick;
these walls that groan and groan,
so it was called
with tongue and well,
this lopsided, wondrous home.
Bucked where frightened elements dance
to a song strung tragic, thin by time;
rivets warble loud and
this lopsided beauty: yours and mine.