city corners

IMG_3308

IMG_3484IMG_3482

A thin strip of exposed brick to your left suggests the former life of a sunny crêpe shop.  We pen wedding congratulations and prep for wedding celebrations.  We taste-test our way through the section of summer I’ll refer to as “pre-France”, croissant-galette-tarte-samiches on back steps in the rain.  We play “which corner would you photograph” and I point out the mansard roof to our right.  You like the font over Gary’s Drugs.  Hydrangea-stamped homes and organic-lined shelves pepper the walls of Beacon Hill, raindrops and creamy petals dot the floors.  We reminisce on touching toasts and hip bars with morbid names.  I notice floral details and you notice me noticing them.  We explore abandoned buildings from the top of the city, stumble upon a cornhole tournament and play a round to the sound of Purple Rain.  Hummus summons and we discover Pita.  We discuss travel both near and far in the future, and all the while I’m just hoping the future feels a lot like right now.

when beacon beckons

IMG_2392IMG_2382

bricks that track from our toes to the sky
pave sweet grated pathways
in their burnt, rusty red

IMG_2381

those eager vines that rush more than crawl
flood every fiery facade
in a lush twisting green

Image-1

steeped in history, every crevice speaks
the soothing wordless soliloquy
of gaslit alleys and sun drenched squares

IMG_2386

IMG_2385IMG_2315

inside ivory tiles surround
eighteen caged white bulbs glow and
baked blonde treats tarte-in and pop over
IMG_2397IMG_2393
out on and in corners under churches
electric hand on my cheek
your warmth connects, arrests and protects

IMG_2395

hebrew names that start with f
evade the soundtrack of the park

while mosaic half shells made of wood
watch our lazy outdoor naps

IMG_2377

fuzzy paintings drinks and walls
follow from the Hill to Hanover
stooped pizza breaks buzz us
and St. Anthony’s loud feast parades down the streetIMG_2394

a new Hill to Watch
another urban mountain to climb
a gold Beacon guides our steps
up up away in and together so we rise.
IMG_2390
-from a Beacon-drunk mind on Monday the 31st of August, 11:42 pm.