First of these for the new year (for as long as I feel like I can do them, at any rate). The photo is from New Year's Eve near the Park Street stop in Boston.
First Flight
Festivities start
in over-earnest.
A bang, a boom,
a duck-and-cover.
bystander books from
where we're drawn.
Never knew
what he was.
Outsider, survivor,
new enough
to wonder why
we weren't running.
Drawn to fire,
bottled fury,
confident our
own most-holys
protected us
overhead,
we glommed on
to rocket's glare.
First Flight
Festivities start
in over-earnest.
A bang, a boom,
a duck-and-cover.
bystander books from
where we're drawn.
Never knew
what he was.
Outsider, survivor,
new enough
to wonder why
we weren't running.
Drawn to fire,
bottled fury,
confident our
own most-holys
protected us
overhead,
we glommed on
to rocket's glare.
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| Bonus picture: Me walking Boylston Street during First Night. |
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