'Poem in the form of City Hall': by Poet Laureate Porsha Olayiwola
Read the latest poem by Porsha Olayiwola, the City of Boston Poet Laureate.
seemingly | the grisly and grey are fabled to belong to no place | and not within
the hideous is said to cause pause often | and force breath to reverse wind
the closer we look to the sore | soaring | the more we shall behold
becoming brute | concrete creation | city crossed
coliseum | emerging sun
we gather to