Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday, but not a Significant one. Ugggh! No more Significant birthdays. I even got some good news. One of my poems will hang in Boston City Hall for the 375th birthday party for Boston this summer. Is that not cool? The poem is below. You read it here first.


Night Landing at Logan

From above, an open jewel box.
Intricate gold chains on soft black velvet.
Haphazard scattering of rubies, emeralds and diamonds,
Rich and luscious.

We arc slowly over the harbor, then
The jet sweeps across dark water
A shadow over the harbor islands,
A bird of prey
Screaming, whining, howling, bucking the wind.
Low. Lower. Lowest.

Sapphire landing lights,
A shudder, and wheels caress the runway.
Roaring, the engines reverse their thrust,
Offering a muted reek of kerosene.

To port, the skyline surges,
Bold accretion of glass, stone and steel
Collage of history.
Red carpets of old brick
Roll out a challenge and a dare.