three Christmas trees!"
A tourist at Rodia's Towers in Watts
They're like three Christmas trees?
Well, yes they are,
and whatever else your fancy finds in them.
Maybe they are three oriental kings;
and some might see the Sacred Trinity;
some others find the holy Family.
But Sam would wince if anyone should say
his towers had religious resonance.
A parish priest insisted that they did,
and pointed to the cross atop a tower.
Sam said he liked the way it caught the light,
but replaced it with a Winged Victory.
Of course, that was Sam, a chameleon,
his mind mercurial.
Each day, he reconceived the towers' shapes and textures.
At times, they loomed as masts and minarets,
as soaring spires of Notre Dame cathedrals,
or flaming tongues; yes even Christmas trees--
|he decorated them with dazzling shards
of multicolored glass, mirrors that mirror
each other and dance beneath the sun and stars,
refracting all the fire of man and nature: