This Cambridge

This place of couples kissing on bridges

And Kids rowing boats,

Of ducks waddle-flapping under trees  

That cry fresh water tears into a mirrored floor.

This place where the pushing of wicker is a common affair

And college scarves and emblemed hoods boast refinery and style.

This place of karma and character and calm where I come to be home:

This place is my place.

This place is my heart.