White picket fences

I saw a house, standing with others

on a street lined with trees.

It was blue, with white shutters

and a dog ran around the yard.

Four kids rode around in the driveway

saying, asking who I was.

Saying nothing, a little girl took my hand.

Doors melted towards inside.

We ate peanut butter sandwiches

with tomato soup.

The woman smiled.

Mowing lawns, weaved in fun

leaving, wrapped in warmth,

some people laugh

and say "how boring".

I feel absolute awe.