The Lady on the Ledge

A fried egg sun in jigsaw sky

Now watching as the world walks by

The chairman’s movements mystify

The lady on the ledge

Summer shorts are striding fast

And baubles lie upon the grass

Left scattered from the winter past

Shaded by the hedge

Misty mountains echo well

The memory of the chapel bell

Was Madame made Mademoiselle

The day they made the pledge

Shuttered hatch is open wide

And summer’s sunshine peeks inside

Still she remains, forgotten bride

Way too near the edge

Coral clouds that daily sway

over orange house at play

A little closer every day

The lady on the ledge