we walk east to music lessons,one with a violin on her back
another with a guitar
i have my tapestry bag, my knitting bag, and a tea mug in hand.
we pass old brick houses,
flower filled window boxes,
ground floor kitchens with white sinks and wooden tables and wooden window sills.
we pass a couple at a corner table in the french cafe.
we pass the woman putting laundry in the machine at the laundromat.
we pass the garage men leaning against their garage door, smoking cigarettes and talking.
we pass a family taking a christmas tree out of their car and into their . .
house!
their foyer is white and pristine and
big.
we do this twice a week,
there
and back again.
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