The Ayer Mill, in Lawrence.
“It is a long time since I flapped my wings,
a long time since I stood on the roof of my house
in Lawrence, Mass., or Michael’s in No. Andover,
a little whiskey in one hand, the past slipping
through the other, a little closer to the heaven
of dreams, letting the autumn wing, or the spring
wind, or maybe just the invisible breath of some
woman lift me up….’’
-- From “The Angels of 1912 and 1972,’’ by Richard Jackson
