Floral Trail 


It is perpetual summer here. 

The Hawaiian white gardenia diverts my attention and pulls me close. 

I shut my eyes and bend forward to smell its pungent perfume.

And I am twelve again.

And chilled as I pass the two lilac bushes to my left.

My black faux leather knee-high boots with the two-inch heels                                     click-clack over the cracks and potholes 

of the old establishment.                                   

Our reward is in sight

The case made

petitions signed

The bar lowered

advocating

a female’s choice

to wear Levi’s to and within the Elementary School.

A kinder Spring is in the forecast 

signaling the beginning 

to replace other outdated rules.

Baby steps on this boomer’s path. 

1/30/26

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