Purgatory in Paoli
Darby road was sunlight,
streaming in from the large windows that framed our first apartment,
blinds open to the busy world outside.
It was a hammer;
ready to pound the walls
and build our little home.
It was yard sale dressers,
painted white and knobs replaced,
proud purchases that could replace the crates we used for our clothes.
Darby Road was running shoes,
Waiting at the door to be laced up
Ready to explore windy roads filled with grand houses.
It was potato soup,
Freshly prepared,
Placed by the door with a bible,
A message from our neighbor upstairs.
It was rap music,
Pounding through the floorboards,
Loud and booming,
A message from our neighbor downstairs.
Darby road was purgatory.
We sat between heaven and hell.
Waiting and waiting for our lease to expire.
Darby road was sunlight,
streaming in from the large windows that framed our first apartment,
blinds open to the busy world outside.
It was a hammer;
ready to pound the walls
and build our little home.
It was yard sale dressers,
painted white and knobs replaced,
proud purchases that could replace the crates we used for our clothes.
Darby Road was running shoes,
Waiting at the door to be laced up
Ready to explore windy roads filled with grand houses.
It was potato soup,
Freshly prepared,
Placed by the door with a bible,
A message from our neighbor upstairs.
It was rap music,
Pounding through the floorboards,
Loud and booming,
A message from our neighbor downstairs.
Darby road was purgatory.
We sat between heaven and hell.
Waiting and waiting for our lease to expire.
Does everything happen in Delaware County?
ReplyDeleteI didn't realized you lived there! Very cool words ya got there!
Here's an image of Darby road for you...
Darby road is a guy dressed like Jesus,
a robe and sandals in July
wandering in the parking lot of the Sonoco.
Maybe Havertown is heaven afterall.
This is true.
Marlene Kimble
Hahahahaha! What was happening in your apartment that a bible was placed next to your door?
ReplyDeleteLove love love this poem. :)