On Gay Street,
In New York City, there are quaint
Red and white and orange houses that are
Intoxicating because they are so old and little.
There is a building with turquoise shutters and
There are pinks and red and white flowers in
Lovely window pots and green trees
To the left and to the right.
The facade is frozen, but not the living...
Or the dead.
It is said that number 12 is...
Haunted. Maybe so.
It is the house across the street where I see
She is peeking out from the second floor window
On the left side of an orange brick building.
She has bushy eyebrows and one hair roller
Sits on the top of her head.
Her mouth is open as if she is startled and
She appears to be more frightened than the
Tourists who down below night and day
Haunt the street looking for the
Ghosts of Gay Street.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine