Magpie Tales 52(Happy Blogbirthday, Mags!)
On Russell Street
I remember when we lived on Russell Street.
That was back before.
There was a house on the corner, David said
was haunted. The door
was hanging from one hinge, jammed tight.
There was a grocery store
and a church, brick, with green apples growing.
Our house had three stories
and we thought we were kings and queens
We fought with stick swords
from the attic to the basement. Phil died
gloriously in the back yard.
I wish we were back again on Russell Street.