My sandals stomp slowly up the temple stairs.
One foot after the other I walk almost unaware
of the many faces above me carved in stone.
Each one unique and could stand on its own. ~excerpt from poem
"Bayon Temple, Angkor Cambodia,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 10.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss1/10