Song from Next Door

My neighbor,
social butterfly with a monarch’s wing,
is singing in Italian.
She soars on universal librettos
of love that descend into longing.

Here, ruminations at dusk
drift, moth-dust into bedroom corners.

I cannot see the golden ankle bracelet
she wears
or smell the roses
her lover brings.

Her crimson soul fills me—
as close as we will ever be,
sharing this bedroom wall.

Susan Tally lives in New York City and works with children. Her work appears in Birds Piled Loosely and Light.




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