by Mohammad Al-Ramadhan
Secret of the Heart
Cannot be seen or heard
Neither by the fifth sense
Nor by latest science
or visualized by scenes
just its neighbors
maybe visitors
to that home
want to pass through
reasonably unknown
why going around
to that huge world
which has few words
to describe the meaning
and all the feeling
of that simply sweet
and secret of the heart
by Gwen Bindas
from her book, Sometimes in Summer (Finishing Line Press; 2012)
The underground in summer
Is home to minor deities:
The god of wind, a metal fan;
The god of thunder, a rumble
From farther down the track.
The stars here are crude,
Light bulbs that glare in a fresco
Of chipped paint and water stained walls.
Above ground, souls stride in the sun-filled streets,
The click of heels meeting cobblestones,
The familiar embrace of humid air.
But below ground, they are a stream of sandals and skirts
Rippled by the facsimile of a breeze,
Attuned to the clang of trolley bells,
False music that rings through the tunnel,
All heads turning, turning.
After experiencing a rough winter in Boston this year, we are enormously appreciative of summer - the weather, the sights, the sounds, the festivals, our communities, and even nature. It all comes alive around us, as if encouraging us to become more lively ourselves. Thank you to everyone who captured Boston coming alive in your pictures, and sending them to us! The editorial team carefully judged each photo, and chose the following winners:
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While the following photos did not win, we would like to give them an honorable mention:
Have a wonderful summer everyone! Keep capturing moments of Boston coming alive!
