Boston (with video)

1

She spread the curtains wide

And the morning light thundered in,

Like brown bay waves rolling

Into a shore

It was a good morning

And she could feel its light

Seeping into the cracks of her

She never knew existed

The light was warm and welcome

As it washed away the dreams of the night

Until they were merely memories

It dusted old cobwebs from her mind

And made the day seem easier to begin.

2

Her eyes, they watered and teared

The slowly focused on a huge

White blanket unfolded beneath her

And although it was spotted here and there

With the needle sting of pine

It was still perfect,

The sun dancing on its top

Sparkling, shinning, hypnotic,

With few people about

To wrinkle that blanked

In a storm of muddy boots

And snow-caked tires

3

She turned away,

Thinking and dreaming dreams

That the sunlight could never dampen,

It was of one man

Her man and she,

Dancing, loving, playing

But stained with oil stains,

Her man, his car, and she,
he, driving his car,

And she watching,

Jealous, impatient, sorry,

Hearing the words of “Someday soon,”

And Judy Collins’ voice

Racing in her head,

As the cars ripped around the track

Dust winning and

The spectators’ eyes losing

4

She turned back to the window,

Staring out, but not seeing,

Hearing the birds sing,

And the snow drift,

but listening only to his voice,

a slow steady voice

with its Boston drawl

competing with the purr of his engines

then she heard the sound of his clutch

and he was gone,

gone to the blue skies of summer,

the cool autumn leaves

burning sweetly in their pastures

like grass learning to grow

in the spring,

but gone, really, physically gone

when the snows come,

for Boston cries louder in his ears

than the echoed wind of Colorado,

her man, Boston, his car, and she.

5

A lone tear trickled down her cheek,

She didn’t want to let it go,

But neither could she stop it,

So down it fell, crashing to the floor,

Searching for dust to drink,

She felt lonely, while knowing that people

Around her, were beginning to wake,

Breaking their morning fast, and

Meeting the pale frozen sludge

With shovels in their hands,

They seemed like toy soldiers,

Marching to battle, fighting the white,

Winning only until the next snowfall,

Those little people, swimming in the snow.

Do they know who they are?

Her man, the little people, the snow, Boston, his car, and she.

6

She heard a motor cough,

And her heart beat a little faster,

Knowing all the while

It can’t be him, Boston,

It can’t be him, his mother,

But still, she had hope,

Clinging to threads and dreams

Like a spider in her lair

Clings to the web,

She sees that these are the things

The ties holding her down,

But still she dreams,

Her man, his mother, the little people, the snow, Boston, his car, and she.

7

It was not him,.

As the car went by,

And she secretly and silently cursed

The lure of Boston,

Wishing she could steal its charms

Hold its beauty,

And keep its man,

Her man,

Maybe?

8

She drew the curtain again

Knowing in her mind

That when he comes back in the spring

This time

She wouldn’t be there

Somewhere it would be

Her man and she,

Her man and she

Her man, love, caring and she

Maybe forever,

Maybe not.