140. THE LADY IN 311

 140.

THE LADY IN 311

Small and birdlike, she perches 
high up among citron-green buds, 
welcomes spring from her tiny balcony.
She hears her neighbor's low buzz, 
their dinner dishes clattering, 
children's excited thumping, dog barking,
six o'clock news murmuring.
Inside her apartment, 
the seductive voice of Juliette Greco 
sings Sous le ciel de Paris. 
Her chair faces the dying sun;
cold, she shivers vaguely, 
tugs her thick sweater close around 
fusty, old lady shoulders. 
A tot of rum in hand,
she toasts new miracles.


*comments welcome

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNBO0pYyKKI




















This apartment building is in our neighborhood. 
I love the way the green chair stands out 
so I took this photo and made up a poem
about the unknown occupant  . . .

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