It is okay to jaywalk here.
Look both ways, of course.
Cross Clay on the north side,
even if you’re grabbing a gyro.
Here you’ll find my favorite porch.
She is quite small, but full of character.
This year, the hibiscus is replaced with
raspberries. I’ve never seen birds in
the bowl that serves as bath.
The bowl is pink. It rivals my frog bowl,
picked up at the Woodland Art Fair for
the same birds who ignore me.
I stop here, at the altar.
To pay my respect to the woman who
cares for the corner. To honor the effort
gone into this home. And to grieve with the
weeping evergreen.