Jacqueline Jules Reads “If I Lived in Boston”

Bostonians
refused to accept
a hilly peninsula less than
one thousand acres wide.
They flattened hills
with pick and shovel,
carted gravel by horse and train,
spent their sweat and dollars
changing the landscape
until a man could stand
in the same place
he once would have drowned.

If I lived in Boston,
I would attack my mountains, too.
Make my city flat and easy to traverse.
Lack of shoreline would not keep me
from building an airport. I would
fill in all soggy coves
until only solid ground remained.

If I lived in Boston . . .