Beacon Hull On Historic Brick

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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I was Quercus alba strong Growing where the streams belong Now I sit on Beacon brick Watching autumn candles flick Iron nails hold oak planks tight Caulked with tar and sea-salt white Gas lamps glow through copper seams Lighting up October dreams Beacon Hull on historic brick Oak wood glows with amber flick Acer rubrum paints the street Rowboat roots in concrete meet Tannins leach from seasoned grain Salt and time leave rusted stain Ginkgo biloba fans the air While I photosynthesize there Beacon Hull on historic brick Oak wood glows with amber flick Acer rubrum paints the street Rowboat roots in concrete meet No longer rocked by tidal pull No gulls cry above my skull But pedestrians trace my keel On bricks where revolution's real Bur oak ribs hold autumn gold Stories in the grain unfold Paper birch peels white on sidewalk gray Boat and tree share decay's way Charles River mist climbs through the grates Fog wraps round my copper plates Tulipa bulbs sleep in my hold Spring will bloom from oak and mold Beacon Hull on historic brick Oak wood glows with amber flick Acer rubrum paints the street Rowboat roots in concrete meet Beacon Hull on historic brick Oak wood glows with amber flick Acer rubrum paints the street Rowboat roots in concrete meet Beacon Hull we shine as one Light remains when tides are done Quercus rests on brick and bone Photosynthesis in streetlight shone

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