Saturday, May 30, 2015


near th’sox game, make peace
with th’traffic madness – same laws,
different culture

logan tarmac tale –
visa took seventeen years,
but made it for th’fourth

concord t’lexington –
in th’rush hour traffic, he spits
at th’freedom billboard

back roads t’ th’ peace p’goda,
th’green berkshire woods – th’kids feel ‘t home,
though they’ve never been

stop and go traffic -
storrow drivers' distractions,
sunbathers on charles

backup, storrow drive
some guy was lookin’ too close
‘t th’sunbathers on th’charles

cape sand in his pack -
ten rides 'n' a hike t'get out here,
much easier t'get back

two kids 'n th'laundromat -
guess wellfleet's got noth'n for 'em,
their laughter fills th'night

wellfleet laundromat –
barefoot kids find joy ‘n th’refuge.
outside, rains ‘til dawn

august gale on th’cape
th’road, and th’dunes alongside it,
completely swallowed

long pond fishermen,
surprised by th’august downpour –
weekend in their trucks

blue line to revere
th’ocean, th’boardwalk, th’strong feeling
everyone’s related


was hustling th’commons,
but needed th’break, fell asleep
‘t th’puritans’ gravestones

waiting for the ship -
these minutes, says th'girl, th'best in
th'whole vineyard summer

warm night, socks ‘n’ sandals,
chess program beats you, ten moves –
café, central square

drives around cambridge,
controls th’car, hidden in th’trunk –
‘t lights, opens th’windows

th’question of racism –
surprised at what th’fans might do
down ‘long yawkey way

construction worker,
bar ‘n southie – tells ‘bout th’treasure
he found in th’big dig

midnight ‘n east sandwich
they notice th’open windows,
‘n’ try t’imagine th’life

on harvard line man
wears sandals, leisure suit, gets
off at central square

red line eccentric –
wrote twelve books, wears sock 'n' sandals,
gets off ‘t central square

august ‘n provincetown,
th’lass blows glass, sells her mobiles –
she, too, loves th’sea breeze

through hiker ‘n th’berkshires
even th’trails have th’sense ‘f order,
‘n’ th’leaves are starting t’turn


acorns from th’berkshires –
back ‘n brookline, he feels guilty
digging ‘n th’crowded yard

at harvard, th'students
so frugal 'n' clever, th'autumn
night, beating th'pinball

buskers ‘f harvard square
hustle, traffic, ‘n’ distraction,
th’squirrel drops th’acorn

gravestones 'f th'puritans
acorns 'n his knees, he stops t'read'm
on his way t'th'commons

in th’berkshires, fin’ly –
even with th’fallen leaves, th’noise
‘s gentler on th’spirit

holds th’berkshire acorns
tight ‘n his pocket – promises
not t’drop’m in th’city

killed women and kids
in 'nam, so comm ave peaceniks
could wear nixon masks


killed women ‘n’ kids ‘n’ ‘nam,
has t’tell someone – picks th’drunk kids
comm ave, halloween

northampton costume,
gender-free superhero –
maybe not a costume

protesting agnew,
thousands line boylston and charles
streetlights kind’f pointless

old bak'ry's nutmeg -
wild-eyed woman, glad it's not
the salem of yore

symph'ny road trumpets
introduce an october
of fenway's silence

saxes in th’brownstones –
symphony road’s a madhouse
when th’kids’re back in town

changing leaves below,
sounds’f kenmore square – bathed in th’lights
‘f th’flashing citgo sign

old whalers' stories
served up in new bedford bar -
dead leaves, open door

cradle ‘f th’rev’lution,
they say – you’d think th’mass pike boys
‘d let you drink this tea

jersey girl points out
th’red trolleys, names like alewife,
snowflake on her tongue

raging nor’easter,
nantucket lass – their turkey
without her husband

near worcester, th’farmhouse –
classic dinner, th’golden bird,
grew th’cranb’rries herself

at sea it’s much worse,
she says – take refuge from th’snow
‘n th’whaler’s museum

turkey, dressing, pie,
raging snows - all th’nantucket
fam’lies have th’same pray’r

raging nor’easter –
nantucket family’s prayer
lasts longer’n th’turkey

hol’day nor’easter –
nantucket mechanic works
on th’lighthouse beacon

p-town curios
in dusty case - outside, sea
and snow from three sides

lass at th’gloucester shore
screams ‘t th’waves – hol’days are coming,
‘n’ he’s not coming back

south station rehab
rent stub lost in christmas bills -
bitter wind from docks

revere beach boardwalk -
cold angry sea brings new year,
plover finds th'french fry

th’way he says ‘garden’
know he’s got hockey ‘n his bones,
been here all his life

why he stopped ‘t stockbridge
th’long trip west, ‘n’ it’s icy ‘n’ cold,
he’s got th’memory

winter tide, scituate,
th’freezing water’s flooded th’houses –
seems th’ocean’s angry

proctor’s ledge, salem
th’boys don’t like th’pow’rful, th’lass says,
tongue catches th’snowflake

myles standish rooftop,
bathed ‘n th’glow ‘f th’changing citgo sign
here’s t’another year

rains pound p-town,
kids spend th’entire new year's break
watching ‘back t’th’future’

proctor’s ledge – salem
lass says this barren hillside's
where it all happened

tex'n scorns th'tiny states,
icy nashua fades 'n th'mirror -
th'world'll spread out soon

odd light, th’snowy fields
driver wonders why th’u f o
would visit th’berkshires

mass pike west ‘f worcester –
morning sun, silver mirrors,
truck runs through th’blizzard

gloucester’s rocky coast –
even in th’blizzard, she waits,
thinking th’boat’ll come in

these little states gone -
icy nashua in mirror -
before you realize

mass pike hitchhiker -
lights on frozen fields are not
just coincidence

andrew square traffic,
st. pat's party somewhere, miss
kid on ninety-three

pulls on th’cigarette,
over garden traffic, says
how much he hates th’habs

curses th’habs ‘n’ th’leafs both –
thin cigar ‘n’ heavy accent,
th’garden kid’s willing t’fight

revere beach ocean
breeze lifts spirit like a kite
but folks never leave

kenmore square, march wind -
he sells his book of poetry,
she's read th'one before

march sleet, kenmore square
th’guy sells th’poetry book to th’lass,
she’s read th’one before

grim march day, logan
taken twenty years t’get here,
she’s crying tears ‘f joy

mass pike pace quickens
inbound drivers' urgent plans -
trees bloom in city

weather breaks ‘n th’city,
first frisbees, ‘n’ kids along th’charles
mind th’crazy traffic!

th’cars don’t respect th’lanes –
th’flowers bloom ‘n th’beacon hill sites,
‘n’ not a moment ‘f peace

near steep rock hill,
th’marathon runner, by chance
happens t’see th’old flame

spring concerts, brookline
they’ll take th’T to th’club, he’ll stay
with th’allman brothers

along revere’s route,
th’ambulence – she’d use th’earbuds
t’train for th’marathon

thrown off crew f'r drinking,
now he spits off th'mass ave bridge
aiming for th'cockswain

th’oars splat hard on th’charles
by may even th’harvard kids
have found their refuge

small, purple, ancient,
she found’m ‘n th’em’rald necklace – calls ‘m
th’canada mayflow’r


brick walls ‘f brattle street
voices ‘f puritans ‘n th’spring breeze,
so darn judgmental

in th’grass ‘t king’s chapel,
mom reads th’puritans’ headstones
th’lass scrolls through tinder

‘n th’emerald necklace,
finds th’canada mayflower
been here all along

bright logan tarmac -
beyond, blossoms of city,
here, dull empty wait

e pluribus haiku


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