-let it be written-

in the beginning

God created the heavens and the earth.

and the earth was void of life

and darkness fell
upon the face of the deep.

but the corner

of Bedford and Stinziano streets
was populated

by the boys and their girls who

activated its atmosphere
and in the process

God laid as warning
a number of venial sins
at the doorsteps of their souls;

sins dropped at the Drive-In
over the burning naugahyde

of the darkened Ponta Delgada;

sins dropped
at the Waterworks of the Narrows

overlooking the fresh-water
Watuppa Ponds of the sweeping
Wampanoag Reservation;

dropped at the Plaza Theater’s

crazy weekend commotions
and the Empire’s muffled
balcony explorations;

dropped at the last embrace
by the entrance to the ballpark's

musty dugouts at twilight and behind
the blinds of the peeling billboards;

dropped across the sea-salted 
sand dunes of the Spindrift where salt-
waters of ocean murmured

under evening skies

and growing weary of pin-

pricking so many stars, and influenced

by what it was the boys and their girls were up to

God said:  "Let there be Light"— 
and sure as Hell, there was light.

                                       Quequechan