Wednesday, April 15, 2015

BOSTON

After twenty years
of laughter and pain

returning to you
with my shabby suitcase

in the hail and rain
at the airport lift

carrying my translations
from the last quatrain

sitting on patient stone
on the Common

in this weather beaten day
my memory unravels

by the train station
rails

in my diary
of travail and travel.

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