This is my first time doing a quadrille.
Written for dVerse Quadrille.
My husband grew up
on an island;
perhaps that’s why
he’s a man
unto himself.
At the end
of each street
was a lagoon
stretching out
into the ocean.
He reminisces that
a childhood on
City Island
was the best way
to grow up.
NAR©2024
44 Words
This is “Sleepy Lagoon” by Henry Mancini
The Elephant's Trunk 