Boston's 'crooked steel teeth'
I’ve been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that’s about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,
-- From Aaron Smith's "Boston Poem''
I’ve been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that’s about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,
-- From Aaron Smith's "Boston Poem''