Boston by Susan Dilisio

 

Birds jabber outside my window

New light

Pulls me from

Warm layers of sleep

 

Steamy shower

Rinses skin clean

Not this shadow inside

 

Walking along the town road

Past the budding Magnolia tree

Up to the train station

 

Seated by the window

Outside rushes past

Like the night’s racing thoughts

 

Doors open at North Station

Feet strike the pavement

Brisk air stings

 

Chafes tenderness within

As that change in you

Robbed us.

 

Closeby

An old man,

Gray trash bag on his back,

Head low

As we glide past

 

Arms of the city

Open wide

Sun shines again

 

On City Hall’s many steps

Look back – there he is

Gray bag bobs, back bent

He slips away

 

Walking on

A young man stands

His back toward the waterfront

The ocean his stage

 

Dressed in casual black

His sure, smooth fingers move along

His guitar

Body sways

 

Blending with the others that line the wall

Facing him

His music carries me in song.

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Susan Dilisio is a long-time member of the North Shore Writers Group.  She contributed a short story in compilation with these writers. Her genre is poetry.  In 2017, her poem ‘Morning Field’ was published by Muddy River Poetry Review. Susan currently resides in the Boston area which inspired her idea for this poem.