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two hundred feet were counted
between the two towers so tall
signaling near and far that here,
high ceilings would lift your gaze.
we found both places open
and their doors were greeting wide:
in one, roundness summons believers,
while the other is rather oblong.
one invites onto its carpets
the other cools with its stone:
one inundates with royal blues
and a simple, clear design,
while the other symbolizes diversely
its heritage rich and long.
two hundred feet lay in between
the church and there, the mosque.
you pick the path of pilgrimage
no matter which way you turn–
and find a home, perhaps, at last,
with naked, searching feet.