His City

by Ayala Zarfjian


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I fall in love the minute we land.
Her skies grey,
yet they welcome me.
I take a deep breath,
I feel like I am home,
even though we just met.
She is his city
and so I feel like she’s mine.
Her beauty unfolds as I
watch her awaken from her sleep.
I want to embrace her,
the way she embraces him.
I fall into her,
she is magical at sunrise
over the Boston harbor.
Red brick buildings,
historical walks,
ducks that come to life in a
children’s book I read to him
when he was a child.
In her streets I walk
feeling alive,
they tease me because my smile
is wider,
my voice is lighter,
they don’t know that I am home.

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