Inspired by Elizabeth Bishop

Inspired by Elilzabeth Bishop

There are no surprises
when I walk on the Beacon Street
of Boston, Massachusetts
in the fall
Trees and trees of colors
red, yellow, orange
brown and purple, and some
have them all

On the left is the giant chair, recently built
and painted in a rusty red
to compete
with falling leaves
Cars wait patiently for the lights to turn
green, a grey mixer is turning and turning
on top of the waiting truck, “Go Sox” is turned
upside down and around
Yes, we just won

I picked up a leaf so strange

It has a fat yellow circle on the edge
Richly green as in the spring
is circled in, circled in as if
it wanted to cope with the time of the year
And it wanted to stay true –
to its past and its nature

I turned onto the bridge
measured in Smoots
The one with poetic connotation is
on the right
I can see it now – I could have seen it
But my eyes are misty
of things long past:
Merriment, fights and arguments
Love,betrayal and alienation

Which begs the question –
Will there ever be reconciliation?