Boulevard Life
Frayed edges, dust and dirt clumping in little hands
After the sun shower, cast out to the rough cobbled
Street.
Newborn in her arms, mom watches as the children
Climb the three foot rope-swing, merrily dangling
Above toy trucks and doll-houses.
Smiling, we glide past, comforted, family at my side
As we carry treasures from the street market back
Home, knowing I too enjoyed such moments, and
Share them still today.
Portland, Oregon
June 2021
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2021
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