 When The Guests Have Gone The house belongs to my wife and me, and our aging cat that now is totally free... we can wander from floor to floor. Just a small condo not much more... not loneliness satiation dominates the scene, add subtract can you ask for any more? Our faux pear tree, full autumn survives, stately awaiting winter swirl in and out... proclaiming loudly, "I hold this spot I'm alive!" Now no vehicle passes by autonomously nearby two newspapers and our trash can moved by our next door neighbour, peace seems to reign... 23rd October, 2009 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
