— Photo by Caroline Culler
“….The tiny dormer windows like the ears of a fox, like the
long row of teats on a pig, still
perk up over the Square, though they're digging up the
street now, as if digging a grave,
the shovels shrieking on stone like your car
sliding along on its roof after the crash….’’
— From “Cambridge Elegy,’’ by Sharon Olds (born 1942), American poet and teacher
