THE GHOSTS OF GAY STREET

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.

But,

It is the house across the street where I see

A ghost.

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