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ACROSS THE STREET

No one ever sits
in the ash tree shade
on the lawn of the huge house
across the street.  An old man
and his old maid sister live there -
he a little more advanced in dying
than she for he can
no longer walk nor talk.
She and her three shifts-a-day nurses
take elegant care of him.

Sometimes she walks in the garden
at the rear of their mansion - head high,
back Prussian straight, and I think
that Death will never dare to enter
their house while she's alive.

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

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Originally published by The Music House Press.
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Feb 08, 2012, 06:10 AM CST

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