Park Avenue

PARK AVENUE

I came across Park Avenue in Winter Park, Florida
many years ago, where I flew for my work to examine
a company for following its claims handling process,
procedures and the insurance laws and regulations.

While having lunch near the office, seated outside
in one of the pricey eateries, we noticed this is a
place of great affluence, for the ones with money.
Probably from the north to the south of the Avenue.

We noticed mothers dressed in designers clothes,
carrying designer handbags, strolling their infants
in expensive strollers while going in and out of 
high-end boutiques, looking, browsing or buying.

We saw middle-aged women dressed elegantly,
bejeweled with their big designer sunglasses
having sumptuous lunch with their friends in
luxurious cafes, showing off their jewelries.

We decided to roam the Avenue from north to
south one day after work to check it out, go to
the Museum opened in the evening that day, 
dine and see a belly dance in a fancy restaurant.    
    
We saw trust fund babies having happy hour,
hanging out or checking out posh boutiques.
Well-dressed men having business meetings
in ritzy restaurants, having cocktails or dinner.

Women wearing couture dresses, attires or
suits admiring the exhibits in the museum.
Well-off families or affluent couples dining and
watching the belly dancer, where we had dinner.

If I want to live in fantasy, this is the place to be.
If I want to forget all my troubles, forget all my
cares, I will imagine this place, a place where
you do not see poverty, homeless, destitute.

Life can be a beach or a beef and when something
turns a little bit beefy, this avenue is the place to 
think about for life is pretty beachy in this avenue.
Imagining myself doing what ritzy people love to do. 

9/9/21    The Avenue Poetry
              Julia Ward
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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La France Avatar
September 16, 2021 at 8:10 AM
Marilene, excellent writing and your description of this avenue is wonderful, it would be a nice dream to think of oneself rich, best of luck in the contest ~ love and serenity _Constance
Evans Avatar
September 16, 2021 at 11:02 AM
I consider us rich in wisdom, words, imagination, inspiration and spiritualism. Better than what money can buy. Thanks so much, Constance. Have a Blessed day.
Bangalee Avatar
September 9, 2021 at 10:53 PM
superb every stanza; I enjoyed your context~ MB
Evans Avatar
September 10, 2021 at 8:41 AM
Thanks so much, Mahtab. Have a great day.
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