Swan Boats in the Public Garden,
Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall.
Taxis take sidewalks,
dart around double-parked
cars. Drivers follow the rules: horns
first, sign language second, breaks
a last resort. Cobblestone streets,
Cambridge across the Charles.
A city where the word sure is five
syllables long and Can I park your car?
doesn’t translate to the page. You must go,
experience the language, accents, attitudes,
see potholes in winter large enough
to house a family of five. North End,
South End, Italian, Irish, integrated,
segregated, Boston.
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Excellent evocation of "Bwoston."
ReplyDeleteI love the use of couplets here. It just seems so fitting for the subject.
ReplyDeleteAlso love that taxis drive sidewalks, and all the sounds of the piece.