The House Next Door
This is the derelict paint-peeling house next door that stands empty This is the sidewalk I walk on, cold and hot, leafy or not, Past the derelict, paint-peeling house next door that stands empty. These are my neighbors, dog-pulling, book-reading, friend-greeting Bustling the sidewalk I walk on, cold and hot, leafy or not, Past the derelict, paint-peeling house next door that stands empty. Here is the bookhouse where folks stop to look at old thrillers, new cookbooks Left by my neighbors, dog-pulling, book-reading, friend-greeting Who bustle the sidewalk I walk on, cold and hot, leafy or not, Past the looming, gloomy house next door that wasn’t always empty. Here comes my neighbor across the street with the book I returned to her by mistake But not from the bookhouse where folks stop to look at old mysteries, cookbooks Left by my neighbors, dog-pulling, book-leaving, friend-waving Who bustle the sidewalk I walk on, cold and hot, leafy or not, Past the big white house next door, so clos...