Americana Dream

White picket fences, Rockwellesque happiness.
ever green lawn and overgrown roses.
Summer is our national anthem.
Pink lemonade, Sunday barbecue, and chiffon white dresses.
You could almost taste that suburbia sweetness.

You look at me with those starry eyes.
Red, white, blue fireworks in the sky.
picnic by the lake, reading Whitman under the shades.
Dreaming up the best for a slice of peacefulness.
Perhaps I could finally finish my story in these hot July days.

--- Reminiscing summertime in Los Angeles, 2011