After a long brute winter
Flowers are once again blooming at Cirque,
As if there are no seasons,
Summer is all
Have you walked on its resurfaced roads
And felt that you could go on forever?
Or splashed water in the refurbished pool?
You only wonder why they close it ever.
Have you had a reverie on a bench besides the pond?
Memories past and present fuse,
Time seems to freeze,
You feel a mood beckoning you to follow it.
Going down Dakota you feel you are in a new country,
Charming architecture with broad streets,
Exquisitely decked driveways,
With smiling women at balconies.
Cirque’s brilliant foliage forever framed by Ramapo Hills,
Its rhythmic undulations dancing to an unknown tune,
You are ensconced by a dream sometimes, maybe a fantasy,
That you are living in a paradise, without realizing it.
Suffern, New York, August 11, 2018
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