Poem by HB

“The Tin Building, Commercial Street, the Fort, Gloucester, MA” by Hilary Frye (HB)

The Tin Building, Commercial Street, the Fort, Gloucester, MA by Hilary Frye (HB)

Dreamtime

Fear the Clown

He is us all

His tears’

Tattoo

Plays on down

His long sad cheeks

Burning through

His Enormous

Smiling lips

And quench

His drowning heart

It is time to sleep

Now,long and bold

Raise the dead cats

From the streets

And muster eunuch dogs

To wail

This inhospitality,

This rudeness

This day in

Day.

~ HB

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Hilary Frye is a Gloucester native who thrives on adventure, usually involving salt water. 
She is a certified sailing instructor who volunteers with Sail GHS. She writes poetry 
as HB.

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