Early Fall in Boston, Six Parts

I

Wrap your hands around the gaskets of a fire hydrant and understand the seasons.

II

A painter blocks the entrance to the cave, a ring of light embracing each of his oil edges.

III

Men in suits litter the common, digging for fish bones. Sturgeons gut the throat of the city daily.

IV

Ham says: “My troubles are over. My sisters are married to all of my friends.”

V

The leaves are turning the color of money in the shade, falling like baby carriages.

VI

We are walking with an orchestra along Comm. Ave. Robert is nearly killed by a passing truck.