A poem by Laurie Kuntz.
The house above mine, on the hill
neighbors I do not know,
are playing Debussy, at dusk.
Outside, on a blue ledge, I sit and listen,
the cat comes, too.
Something old, something new,
something borrowed, something blue.
Sometimes, the marriage of the unexpected
adds a bit of calm to the approaching night.
Poem and photo by Laurie Kuntz
Previously published in Indiana Voice Journal