For the first time in a while (maybe ever), I had an idea for a poem and went out to take a picture to try and compliment it. It was two in the morning and freezing, so it's not a great shot. Still, it catches the depressing atmosphere of the street, which is what I wanted.
South Boston Stroll
Neighborhood pride
opts out on lights.
War on Christmas
has cease fire.
Move holiday tour
down to bridge.
Look down on 93.
There are your lights.
the red of a thousand
Rudolphs giving sentry.
Each white an elf's cell
highlighting your list.
South Boston Stroll
Neighborhood pride
opts out on lights.
War on Christmas
has cease fire.
Move holiday tour
down to bridge.
Look down on 93.
There are your lights.
the red of a thousand
Rudolphs giving sentry.
Each white an elf's cell
highlighting your list.
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