Day 10 - Just Once - Anne Sexton

Charles River alone should be enough.

And I am in too good a mood to reminisce the rest (of the past and the poem). 

Just once I knew what life was for.

In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;

walked there along the Charles River,

watched the lights copying themselves,

all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening

their mouths as wide as opera singers;

counted the stars, my little campaigners,

my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love

on the night green side of it...