Rain falls hard on Beacon Hill bricks
A letter rests on century-old clay
Ink bleeds out in spiderweb tricks
Words wash clean as tide pulls away
Ink meets brick and surrenders now
Rain writes new lines on keeper's brow
Old hands know what tides erase
Autumn wind finds every trace
Brick sidewalk drinks each darkening line
History holds wet paper fast
Fountain pen yields to storm design
No light shines through the overcast
Name and address fade to gray smoke
Date stamps blur like fog on glass
Keeper reads what storm winds wrote
Time dissolves what ink cannot pass
Ink meets brick and surrenders now
Rain writes new lines on keeper's brow
Old hands know what tides erase
Autumn wind finds every trace
Forty years he watched the lens turn round
Counted flashes through the worst gale force
Now on land the water still finds ground
Paper dies on historic course
Last word vanishes in brick embrace
Envelope surrenders to the rain
Keeper nods at familiar grace
Walks back home through Beacon lane
Ink meets brick and surrenders now
Rain writes final lines on keeper's brow
Old hands know what tides erase
Autumn wind finds every trace
Salt remembers what paper forgets
Brick keeps secrets ink regrets
Footsteps echo on wet old brick
Light flashes once from Charles River deep