October 1998 – (from a note found in my drawing kit, 2010)
The Connecticut River moves south
And is canalled
Through the long mills of Holyoke.
Fall comes and the crows of New England,
Follow the water,
The round-bottomed clouds and
The stone tower
Of City Hall, 1871.
Hidden under a red haze of scaffold.
The metal grid makes a rigid halo
Around the old stones.
Italians masons fix the arches their grandfathers laid.
Night and the loud crows settle on the hill.
The masons move impossibly fast
Down the ladders to stand
In groups on the slanted sidewalk
Looking up at the black shapes and listening to
Their terrible conversation.