Boston Evening
by Nazarena Washburn


Semi-formed August moon,
warm, mellow, fluorescence complements and accentuates
edifices to the city's adulthood
Embankment lights fashion undulating rocket flares
in the sluggish Charles River
Commuter trains clickety-clack homeward songs,
their welcome lights ablaze across anchored, sleeping Victorian bridges.
And in the moist, fragrant night, crickets relentlessly proclaim brotherhood to anyone who will listen.






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