I walk down the summer country streets of Middlesex,
The art of extravagance, a scenic landscape filled
with dancing delight, relaxed and serene, emotions
running wild, the cool breeze encompassing me, staring
at the beauty of the bright blue sky, various beautiful houses,
and people trailing through their yards in the early morning,
hauling piles of trash to overcrowded dumpsters – distant sounds
of a long day’s work ahead of them, while across the street, a young
teenage boy mows the lawn, drench with sweat, working like life will never fade away.  I watch the farmers work in the fields, picking
tobacco and cucumbers in the scorching heat, conversing and giggling, while a thundering tractor passed by them, its massive tires treading through the short blades of grass.  I stare at the colorful butterflies hovering above flourishing flowers, like bluebirds circling high in the horizon over huge trees, a sweet and invigorating presence, the smell of the country air warms my soul, brings magic to the world of poetry, my heart connected to this captivating country world of breathless escape.