Poetry | The Bells of Filene’s

The Bells of Filene’s © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr   Any Boston afternoon, Downtown Crossing’s canyons Surge with cars and shoppers. Walk-Don’t Walk, Thousands of feet shuffle. Screeching on Red, Honking on Green, Buses and Ducks Trailing smokescreens.   A faint tinkle penetrates The cacophony. The City pauses, Takes a breath, And listens. The Bells… Read More Poetry | The Bells of Filene’s