Brattle Street

by Angelica Toumbas


Straight ahead just past the park
Stories of these years start
A winding staircase, an iron gate
Memories of symphonies, the glowing stage
Throughout the years strong friendships were affirmed
Bricks turned black with falling ash from bridges that’d been burned
Buildings that held witness to many firsts and lasts
Comfort on the concrete where the seasons gently passed
Lessons of love and how to lose
Riversides, corners, castles of youth
Ghosts haunt streets that turn and wind
Ancient allies hang in time
Concrete that shimmers and stories that glow
The memory of others we convince ourselves we know
Rhythm and echoes and distorted truths
The air of departed and the songs of our youth

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