Boston's memories lie soft
	upon my tears
They stand fast
	within my past
		like ships in flawed
			nostalgic mists
The tide that pulses 
	in the harbor's veins
		still linger through 
			my southern nights
And crush my
	Mississippi dreams

How grand that city stands
	within the portals
		of my future path
As hopes begin to flutter
	in their flirting.

(c) 1973 James Oliver Smith, Jr