In my senior year at pa I took a poetry class to ease some tension. While exploring deep in my drive, I found the a small collection of the loosely formulated poems that I submitted to Eng 505. Without any alterations…

Night In Boston


From my table, the night’s stained with light,  

glare, that suppresses the eye.

The Charles wants to flow onward,

away from us and out to sea.

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