Elegy For 37 th Street

Heady heat
Canine companionship
Ghosts in the empty lot
  where lavender grew wild

A chip on the windowsill
  shaped like a tulip
A porch swing on which we
  read poetry to the setting sun

A squeaky screen door
An arbor covered in grape vines
  trailing sweet like a whisper
Stargazers outside the coffee house

Leaf shadow plays on a wood floor
An older gentleman in a white suit
  I only saw him once
Still, he knew you loved me

Cheerful woodstove crackle
  the blue birdhouse, a cedar chest
  a worn out quilt and zebra striped mug
  with no handle
Rag knots I tied to a wishing tree

Where are all those wishes now?