Love on Imaginary Boulevard No lonely pedestrians strolling, not one. Baking bread on the early morning breezes. Sounds of the ocean nearby, soothing rhythms Scent of plumeria, all tension fading. All hugs are welcome, warm, happily gifted. Little free libraries on every corner Children, comfortable here always, always. We would amble through bright sunflower houses. Footfalls easy on the feet, silent, gentle Treasured memories set the ambient temp Every tear a testament to steadfast faith Copyright 2022 Linda Trott Dickman
Bio:
Linda Trott Dickman has walked this road many times. She began in the High Sierras and brought it to the sandy shores of Long Island, New York. Come walk this boulevard, and help make it real.
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I love this poem. Sunflowers, minimum people on boulevard and my faith makes me feel lighthearted. A house of sunflowers
Made me smile. Spring of dreams captured in poetry. Sweet and light.