Friday, April 8, 2011

Emily and Me

Emily

We drive by every Thursday, going home,

Emily and I. She says, “Hornet house!”

And we laugh again.” Nooo, I said haunted.”

 
Blue checked curtain fallen in the window;

Lovely old place, picket fence, peeling paint---

“Where are the people?” she asks every week.



 Day Eight
National Poetry Writing Month



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