From a low porch I scan
our rather narrow front yard
and watch the concreted street
just a few steps beyond our gate.
Cars of all shapes and sizes whiz by,
while in the yard flits a lone colorful butterfly.
Memories countless flash through my mind,
while my heart holds on to one elusive dream.
A noisy motorcade passes
with tarps and streamers, blaring promises
that long ago and many times we’ve heard
and until now wait to be fulfilled…