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
Traffic.
That was so lovely. Your vivid memories touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing .
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