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Carless Avenue
I didn’t know-In people’s houses, their children
Running and shrieking with spring delight-
That garlic could smell so strong.
The scent of their cooking seeped through the untimely bricks
Giving homely warmth to the street itself.
The children were red-headed, the bushes arching
And framing a magical view through a tunnel of natural delights.
It was whimsical and pearly,
Tinged with a sepia nostalgia.
The photographic light filtered through the pale, baby leaves
Soft and painterly. The breeze whispered
Against my turned cheek.
The friendly ghosts searched for their secret peace among the milk bottles,
And the front door clunked shut
Leaving a comfortable silence.
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