In the eye

I look over and see a tall, rickety chain link fence running along the sidewalk, in front of an empty asphalt lot strewn with abandoned plastic bottles, jagged random cracks, scattered weeds pushing up thru the pavement.

I look up and see a tall cement wall of varying heights and widths, coming to join the fence at right angles, marking the edge of the lot.

I look through and see a light post sticking up several feet left of the wall and several feet behind chain link fence.

Someone has looked up and seen four corners to attach a tarp with rope to, forming a roof. Someone has looked down and seen a floor to anchor chairs, tables, and a rolling cooker to.

And others have looked in and seen a tasty meal, sugar treats, comrades, and flock to the plastic chairs.