A Rope In The Shape Of A Question

The Boston Rope

The first time I went to Boston I did not yet have a gallery
I had a girlfriend
What better reason to be in an unfamiliar city?

But to be an artist in a new place, one might do well
to find kindred spirits, yes?
So, how does one meet other artists in a strange town?

I went to galleries, all in the gallery district
I found a sculptor whose work I admired
called him and we met for a beer

On my way I found a hunk of rope
flattened on Commonwealth Avenue
Into the shape of a question mark

What better gift for a sculptor?



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