Poem of the Week-Marcus Traffic

Ten years at 175 Marcus Avenue

In New Hyde Park or Garden City

Michael and Nita’s family cottage

Each Spring when the windows opened

And the fur coats slept with mothballs

We awakened from the solstice chill

Storm windows that quieted the rubber wheels

During the wintery months

Found a storage home

Naked windows exposed

Clanging silence

The noise of the treacherous speedway

Slamming against the tar

Imperiled our sleep

Backing into the street from the driveway

Was taxing

Until the government installed a

Stop sign

Directly in front of our Cape Cod

That’s when the cars screeched

Behind the white line

To racketing accidents

We left Widow’s row in 1965

In 2020 missing Michael and Nita’s



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