Inspired by Gary Soto's "The Street"
My imagination flies over the rooftops
On wheels made of gold
Small walnut people
Make their house at the base of an oak
Grandma bakes pies
Nutty and sweet aromas
Her frail and bent hands
Make quick work of dough
Mother tans on the porch
Her skin leather brown
A blue spray bottle
Mists rainbows in the air
Auntie mucks the barn
Flies buzz in the bucket
She mops sweat from her brow
Soils one bare arm
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