Harvard Square next
I walked with a ghost of a boyhood dream
It rained on us and he said to me
“I am not dead! Please let me live.
Nothing afore did you let stop you.
Feed me, for we’ll travel far.”
He then walked away
And just at the gates
Cast back a last look at me
Newbury Street cafe bookstore
Soaked through after a walk on the commons
Coffee, chowder and a turkey sandwich
Served by a woman whose smile and body
“Hold me. Love me. I am your forever.
But only if you sound the depth
of your dreams with the voice
of your past. The past you
squashed and never let speak.
That voice has your future.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
“No, quite enough. Thank you.”
‘Ten Days on the Cape’ was a sort of journaled verse of a ten day vacation on Cape Cod. I wrote a short bit each evening about the events of the day. It became quite bloated with only a few embedded gems. Alas it has been lost and this fragment is all the now exists.