One night last June, I was downtown with my daughter, Deirdre, and we were sitting outside in Armory Square. She and I go downtown pretty often, and we have a good time. We go down for Blues Fest, and the Irish Fest. Or we go to the music store, or sometimes to the Dinosaur, or to Kitty Hoynes. Just walking around, sitting out—it’s nice in the warm weather.
Anyway, on the evening that inspired the poem, we were just sitting there, watching everyone go by and Armory Square come to life, as it does, in the early evening. It was just a beautiful evening.
