I’ve Got Seven Lines Before I Lose It
I fell in love with you on the Esplanade when I was just 19,
you, with your cow paths and waterways for streets,
your elegant Back Bay constructed over landfill,
your triple deckers, three up, three down- houses you can not find anywhere else.
And though, we see each other so rarely these days-
I am never more at home then when I get the first glimpse of your Pru as I pass through the AB Tolls.
Dear City of Neighborhoods, My heart is built out of the apartments I have dwelled in, and it’s belonged to you since I was 19.