Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Monday, June 17, 2019

Ahhh, memories!




Summer Vacation Memories ‘66

Bicycle card spokes fluttering with ticking thumps,
sunny afternoons under sheets as tents,
the click of go-go boots dancing on pavement

the sound of pop music adding depth and cheer
bleeping from transistor radios

the lilting ice cream truck,
the snap of freshly laundered damp sheets on clotheslines
in the summer breeze

the rumbly engine of the bookmobile
saving us from ennui,
telling tales in books we read,
transporting us to new world 
when we get bored
with the same old street

the doppler of cars passing by 
as we whiz around on roller skates

porch lights now shining, 
telling us the day is done

and the tired trudge home must begin.

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