Flies and old mattresses in Brighton—
Inauspicious beginnings.
You break and fix me.
Beautiful snow you come to hate
Until you learn the miracle of spring.
I came to terms with grief and depression.
No one can change my price.
A hundred spiritual awakenings,
Thousands of Green Line prayers.
You taught me the practicality of my dreams until they existed.
(I never liked baseball until Fenway Park.)
Your innovation will far outweigh this tragedy.
Mourn and fight for justice.
Help and Heal.
Long ago you taught me to be resilient.
Long ago you turned me to God.
Circle Jamaica Pond with lanterns.
Play with nephews on the green.
Get your immigrant children to college.
Run and row.