New Neighbors Poem by Lois Read

(the first line of the poem is from Emily Dickinsen)

Angels rent the house nest ours wherever we remove

What is the point then
of relocation?
Why not settle in,
take over a neighborly dish?
say 'Welcome Friend, to my street'
and 'Please come share a cup! '

Angels even welcome
a tuna-surprise hot dish
consider it
ambrosia from the heart

No excuse then
for pulling down the shades
locking your door
imagining yourself
better, or worse, than they.

Let flood the light, the breeze
made by angel wings.
Your whole street will be paved with gold.