Friday, August 13, 2010

Reflections on History

Boston Cobblestones

The narrow way between
the Oyster House and the Bell-in-Hand
is paved with cobbles that knew
and shaped the first streets here.
I step on the same stones that bore
the weight of independence; that
carried those who planned
to tan the sea with British tea.
And in the misty too-cool
evening it is easy to see that
they walk here still--that what we are
and what we have was given to us
from the hands of ghosts
who linger here to remind us
of the meaning that is beyond us.


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