NAPOWRIMO Day 4
Image courtesy of cluelessinboston.com.
Not exactly where this poem is set, but not too far away.
Thinking and Missing and Drinking Beer
I’m in Boston again.
Outside the bar window pane
even those steel and glass towers of the
Holocaust memorial in Union Street Park
look cold. People in this town wear their
winter apparel like armor walking
graceless heavy sea-blown
and I know love
I shall not explain.