Fleeing burning
            white arc-light torch
    of 24-hour xerox establishment,
           a vast, inexplicable solar

   event, I stumble
            into black Brookline night,
  to find hanging over Beacon St.
          gentle smiling beacon
                               of giant yellow moon,
great glowing globe in rare millenial
                       eclipse of both

        Citgo sign and Fenway Park.


September 1997

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