On My Own



I walk from
my apartment
in rain

onto empty
Boston streets
at 3:00 a.m.

I’ve followed every
bend of The Charles
in the storm—
now
my body belongs
to this night

On My Own

 

 

I walk from

my apartment

in rain

 

onto empty

Boston streets

at 3:00 a.m.

 

I’ve followed every

bend of The Charles       

in the storm—

                             

now

my body belongs

to this night