Coldstream Avenue has a new pit
be careful you could fall in
before the dream home goes up
before they haul away the
rubble of red brick
New owner said yes
we could have some bricks
one each
one for five
five former brick dwellers
five from seven
We didn’t ask for seven bricks
We’re not greedy
A brick from your house
my old house
my grow-up-and-become house
sure house safe house
sing-at-the-table house
A red brick now in my window
of my wit’s end house
four blondes (one four-legged) and a Greek
number 258 on my street
Coldstream was number 129
129 plus 129 equals 258
Double the luck
Except luck is for leprechaunsI’m only Irish for the poetry
©Anne Langford 2019
and the potatoes-any kind will do
I put my brick in the window
shooed away the sprites
lurking in the green below
Now when I look to the skies
there first is you
solid on the sill
Start here

3 Comments
I put my brick in the kitchen- reminding me of all the meals I cooked in that house.
Excellent location.
Anne this made me cry! Your words are beautiful..
Thank you for sharing.