Stars

scattered lights glitter

across midnight rooftop view.

urban galaxy. ©

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Mrs. Morgenstern’s House

porch

A cool, shaded porch in mid-summer’s heat,

a window on the world and a view of the street.

A breeze stirs the chimes and rings out a song

a sound to remember the whole winter long.

Mrs. Morgenstern’s house stands close to the road

and offers the chance for both young and old

to pause in their travels and ask how she’s been

and to pass along stories and things that they’ve seen.

Old Mrs. Morgenstern is crippled and bent

and she can’t get about to any extent.

Her house was the first and she’s seen them all grow

and now they stop in and hope that she knows

that a minute or two, just to say “hi”

is “thanks” to a friend who always stood by.

Close neighbours are rare in this modern day.

Who will replace her when she’s gone away? ©

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