Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #38 (posted by Whimsygizmo)
Today, I want us to DREAM together.

We called it Tar Beach.
If you could reach the roof,
tar was your sand,
rooftops, your ocean.
Superman was a possibility.
Baking in sunshine,
lying on blankets,
cranking up sounds
on your transistor
radio, closing your eyes,
and dreaming a silhouette
cityscape dream.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
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Oh, yes. Ours was concrete, but I can picture this, so clearly. We sprayed on baby oil and iodine, and put Sun-In in our hair. 😉
Love this, Sara!
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Absolutely! Thanks, De.
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Picture perfect.
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I spent many a weekend at Tar Beach when I lived in Philadelphia. A wonderful place. We had a good sized inflatable pool that we lugged buckets of water up the stairs to fill and a beach umbrella to shade the pool otherwise we could have cooked lobsters in it. This was such a fun poem!
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Thanks, Toni!
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Amazing. My summer dreams were in the shade of the elm in the yard, with (other than my parents) the nearest living soul a mile or more away! Sometimes, with my city friends, I feel like an alien! lol Great poem. Such fun for me to see the “other side”!
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Even though I grew up close to the beach, my BFF and I used to spend hours on the roof of my grandpa’s garage trying to figure out life, and boys. I can smell the baby oil now. This was back in the days of Elvis and before sunscreen.
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Ooh, that wicked baby oil. You fried in it.
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An ocean of endless possibilities ~ Love the cityscape dream ~
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Thanks, Grace!
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An imaginative escape from the city swelter. Dreaming of your own private beach. It really does tell a vivid story of the city summer
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Thanks, Walter!
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Tar Beach! What a wonderful name. I was right up there with you and your transistor!
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I hope you liked the music! Thanks, Sarah.
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Oh I was spared a tar beach… but I do love the image so..
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Thanks, Bjorn!
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Rooftops are a kind of beach with the ocean of air all around.
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They were great for kids with imagination.
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Love the cityscape dream. ❤
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Thanks, Maria!
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what imagination! a vivid vignette indeed
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Thanks, Laura!
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Brown as a button, with shiny hair! Tar Beach, a delightful memory.
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Thanks, Annell!
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Yes, memories of baking in sunshine with transistor radio…cool poem!
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Thanks, Lynn!
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Lovely memories – loved those days when imagination was everything and wants were few. (I loved my little radio – not sure my neighbours and parents did!)
Anna :o]
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I remember I had a red radio, and thought it was so cool. Thanks, hyper.
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That was a perfect photograph in print!
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Yes, the Sun-In in our hair, laying in tiny backyards, looking sky-ward, flipping. Wonderful imagery; loved the comments too.
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Thanks, Lorraine!
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