by Xavi Pascual Aguilar

Then one morning
without a previous warning
Boston just went ahead

and stole my heart

I’m not too sure
I’ll ever want it
back

I want my heart to stay
somewhere between Park Street and Copley Square
where I have been so busy

being happy

I want my heart to spend
hours in Marshalls
looking for bargains

I want it to walk up and down
Newbury street on Sundays
in the summer

I want my heart to ride the T to Kenmore
to see the Red Sox
win

I want my heart to sing
I want my heart to dance
I want my heart to run

the Boston Marathon

I want my heart
to have a Boston
accent

I want it to remain
around the Boston Public Library
where the drug users meet

for they need company
and they need to find Faith
just like Young Goodman Brown