fish out of water

Boston’s Back Bay
gets left behind –

(how easily this train takes to its track
how slippery this movement through time)

Imagine Back Bay
in its watery wet past – we were there once (wistful) in a deep blue green bay full of life.

Such current land fill suffocates
makes all us fish happy to leave.

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