worthy neighbourhood

there’s an empty
development-worthy
lot
with greenery.
a localized farm,
community nutrition.

there’s nationalism waving from
gritty iron bars,
a pride-worthy
relic
of an immigrant perhaps
who found this to be
the pinnacle
of success,
Canadian citizenship.

there’s a congregation,
and their song is weep-worthy
and the mass is
that devout inspiration I need,
unknown friends.

there’s an arrest happening,
common-worthy as this litter
or the clouds
scattering tears.

downtown eastside.