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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