I miss you. I miss your colors, sights, smells and sounds, your breath and lively energy. Even your grittiness, those dark places that were avoided, added depth and meaning to my stay there. I was advised, don’t wear your fine jewelry on the subway, at least where it can be seen…you’re setting yourself up to be robbed. Once, a desperate, gun-wielding madman invaded our restaurant on Mass Ave. and demanded money. While everyone else froze, my husband was the only one with the presence of mind to follow his orders. My friends told stories of being mugged in your dank, piss-smelling alleys but somehow you always held me safely among your teeming citizens, your seasons, your unrest or calm.
emerge from unlikely
source, contrast sings
Bjorn is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets. The pub opens Monday at 3PM EST. Read his presentation for all the details and join us.