Saturday, August 29, 2015

...on "Growing Old and Alone in the Big City"

                                http://spillwords.com/author/phyllispcolucci/
               


               A CITY WINDOW

A lamp glows in a City Window
                high above echoing traffic,
                hidden by tall lurching trees…

The evening breeze taps at the windowsill
                rushing past the open shade
There she sits in her lonely room
                a dimpled smile; a memory fade
A cat nestled in her plump lap
                a twinkle in her pale blue eyes
Frail fingers sweeping strands of grey
                whimpering words and sullen sighs
Her purring friend prances off to sleep
                and meows a “good-night” along the way
But no other soul ever passes by
                not for one minute in one day
Yet she glances out past the trees
                still beckoning to passersby
But no one notices the elder one
                again she hangs her head to cry

…and a lamp glows in a City Window
                high above echoing traffic,
                hidden by tall lurching trees     


                

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