30/30 Project Working Poem 9, Harvard Square

This poem came out of the odd experience of walking into Harvard Square from Harvard Yard, and over the traffic, I heard a tingling.  The song was disjointed and stuttering, and sounded like the current Target commercial.  As I got closer, I saw a one-man-band doing a Beatles song.  Tourist stopped and then moved on, one after another.  Sometimes, one would take a picture.  This was all in front of a church that had a banner about divesting from fossil fuels facing Massachusetts Hall across the street.  Mass Hall is the oldest extant building at Harvard, a dorm, and also the Office of the President.

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