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Hub By Tom Meek (2006) |
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A sliver of Boston sky, angular and sharp Clouds
hang dreamily in your eternal ponderous blue Echo
of the past, holder of now Bright
prognosticator Old
Trinity caught and rendered Glints
of morning sun refract off your sleek edifice and tag passing planes Protuberant
and spare, your coy aloofness beacons far and wide Thompson
Isle, Noanet Peak and hills, Belmont and Blue But
all was not always so glorious Your
indelible signature, once cursed like the home team When
chatoyant offspring peevishly leapt from your breast Crashing
down on Clarendon and Stuart And
the unbridled sways, like a drunken wayward soul, cast peril and doubt Weighty
decisions were made and your reputation restored Passerbys
can again fix their hair in your coruscating eyes While
workers inside linger, bemused by the shameless mugging And
so, on you stand, stalwart and true A
marvel of modern engineering Reflection of us all |
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