The Boat
Thursday, July 27th, 2006“Where will the boat go / when it leaves the little pier?”
“Where will the boat go / when it leaves the little pier?”
“Was it reproaching us? I felt a queer uneasiness…”
“The city’s multitudes ignore the signs
if signs there are …”
“Here we learned to tell each other stories …”
“A low ridge gridded with / The city’s streets …”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“The Virgin bends to kneel …”
Late at night, a full moon hovers over Providence.
Are we not then cosmic?
“A thertain young lad from Carpathia …”