As a kid I lived in Jackson Heights in Queens.
The Q19B bus took us back and forth to St. Gabriel’s daily.
There were traffic congestion and crowded neighborhoods where my childhood begins.
Where Spanish and Italian were both spoken so well and fluently.
Today’s Imaginary Garden With Real Toads asks us to write a poem about an environment~neither rural nor beach~so I’ve chosen a flashback to my days as a youngster in Queens. My poem is a quadrille with slant rhyme.