I had forgotten
the river until
the sailboats,
overturned
in the splendor
of a winter sunset,
gauged me
with their center-
boards, paced
like the scales
of some great serpent
Malory might have penned.
At once,
the lonely
that synchronizes
its arrival
with twilight,
sharpened the Charles
into a blade,
and the Back Bay
of Boston shrieked
with heartache.

02/22/2007

Posted on 02/22/2007
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