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Museum Road Memories
Boston Back Bay (1976-78)
The
park where I was mugged
how
many times?
attacked
physically,
and by
gun(s), by knife,
the shock, the aftershock
a metallic taste of fear
Assaulted also by dazzle
the Caribbean carnival
with rides whirling, merry-go-rounding
centrifugal force causing laughter,
astonished fear
acrobatic humor, twirling bodies round and round
music bouncing, dancing
exotic fragrant food odors
Seduced by the sweet flowers
in the summer victory gardens
where i found my first Boston lover
intoxicated by my walk, my humor
later, worshipped in an exotic apartment bed
overlooking the sterile holiness of
Mary Baker Eddy’s home church dome
I
recall each incident with such clarity
The
rush of fear, the color of an iris,
the path
of the duck
ripples
of the muskrat paddling across the rivulet
the
walk to Isabella’s mansion, the MFA
And that beautiful early, early
summer morning
the
city quiet, asleep, in dreams
the
bird singing by the green river
in the
shadowing glow of dawn
walking
from my apartment
down the
macadam to the Fens
past
the Museum School
crossing
to the dawning greenbelt
to
hear the voice of astonishing beauty
cancelling
all violence, fear, loathing
into
the beauty of survival
of
life eternal, within me and with out
on the
muddy riverbank of eternity . . .
6/30/2021
©J. M. Frase-White 8/23/22
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