Whirling circles in the sky
the color of laundered-to-the-perfect fade jeans
Clouds like the wigs of fluffy spun floss
The street lines with Jacarandas tree blossoms above
Sunlight flashing like a jewel
Everywhere children play and make their own special
joyful sounds
Old men happily spray water on their lawn masterfully
guiding the hose back and forth with skill
The sidewalks have a collection of mothers ambeling their
infants in carriages in quiet appearance and boyish
men walk their dogs briskly to a fast pace
Lights and shadows paint this street in leafy greens, electric
blues and Van Gogh yellow
Please forgive me if I am being romantic, but to me, this
is my idea of heaven.
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