SLIPPING AWAY

 

SLIPPING AWAY

After passing a high crooked junk pile 

And moving further down the road

There is a small wooden house with

A porch with three empty seats

And a blue bicycle with no wheels.

In an open broken box, mail sits

Waiting to be opened and read.

Across the street there is another house

With a large green lawn and a swing set

And two small dogs run around

While a lion sits locked in a cage.

There is another tiny old house

With one grey chair on a bent patio

And a Christmas wreath on the door

Although it is sunny in June.

Then there is a house with red roses 

And white tulips that hang high 

Over the top of dusty windows.

All of this slips away and falls away 

And eventually can be seen only

In rear view mirrors.

But then there is an old church

And this must be the place where 

All those who live on this road

Go to pray.

Marjorie J. LevIne 

© September 2023