Cobblestones hold centuries weight
Iron spine drinks the evening slate
Leaves fall rust on my steel throat
Choir breath rises from each note
Wind slips through the harbor teeth
Salt kisses my copper sheath
Footfalls map a sacred design
Each step writes a psalm line
I catch the amber brick light
Boston autumn burns so bright
Footsteps tap a choir chime
Wire sings in autumn time
Worker boots kiss my trembling skin
Balance writes where sky begins
Brick dust coats my silver hair
History breathes in autumn air
Wind slips through the harbor teeth
Salt kisses my copper sheath
Footfalls map a sacred design
Each step writes a psalm line
I catch the amber brick light
Boston autumn burns so bright
Footsteps tap a choir chime
Wire sings in autumn time
Charles River mirrors my arc
Red bricks glow like ember spark
Altos hum in cable sway
Half remembered hymns decay
I catch the amber brick light
Boston autumn burns so bright
Footsteps tap a choir chime
Wire sings in autumn time
Storm passed leaving washed clean streets
Calm settles in concrete beats
Light stretches long on my tense span
Peace hums like a final amen
I catch the amber brick light
Boston autumn burns so bright
Footsteps tap a choir chime
Wire sings in autumn time
Night folds down the brick promenade
Stars reflect on my steel blade
Last footstep fades a hymn complete
Wire rests in autumn sleep
I catch the amber brick light
Boston autumn burns so bright
Footsteps tap a choir chime
Wire sings in autumn time
Humming wire autumn light
Steel sings brick glows night
