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Boulevards
When quiet Slows the night And anticipation Quickens the pace Of echoing steps Through heavy-eyed Boulevards Down to the wintry river To wait for the memory Of you In the place Where we once were The Café Down To the Latin Quarter To the cafe By the store Where you bought That green dress Where we locked Our bikes To the street lamp And raced the rain To salvation Where the table Was ours In our universe Away from it all With everything nestled in Where it belonged Malaga Moon The warm ocean breeze Docks its thoughts High up On the white sand beach Up to the patio Of the bodega bar With the windows wide open And the stars near Where men from the mountains And drifters From the shore Mingle in a multitude Of loud moods Alleviating The day’s unrest With cheap cold beer And oysters on the half Under the watchful eye Of a boastful moon On a deeply inked Malaga night On the Road to Marseilles I remember once When we were young And in love With the sharp edge Of everything Green in the grip Of tomorrow And looking toward Slim horizons Caught In a slow rolling need On the road To Marseilles Pressing hard Across Provence From Nice With the baby In the back seat Making sweet noise As the fields And vineyards Rolled by Bio: John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children. jdrudge@ridm.net
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