Capriccios
on Friday night, fireflies and cherry trees.
Boats drifting along the blue
river currents, narrow streets and Catholic churches.
Friendly faces and
familiar voices. The smell of cigars and Spanish Rice.
The sunsets over
Senasqua and the honking of horns through the old graffiti covered tunnel.
Lights on the dock reflecting in the water.
Boats at rest and couples strolling,
trains squealing.
Warm breezes and wide open skies.
Driftwood and sea glass,
fresh mussels and footprints in the sand.
Childhood.
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