Diner Seeking Restoration

Written for:  Sunday Muse #205

“The Whitehouse Diner” Photo by Aaron Segreaves on 500px.com
The diner had never been white.
Since the nearest road
was Whitehouse, people referred
to it by that name, 'Diner' being
too impersonal.  When fire
broke out, ashes of trees
lay everywhere.  Although
it suffered severe damage,
The Whitehouse Diner
still stands.  Who knows?
A diner-lover may travel
to town, fall in love
with Whitehouse,
and restore it to
its former glory.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Diner Seeking Restoration

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    Restoration holds a certain hope indeed
    Love the hope this holds Sara!

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  2. Helen Dehner says:

    … and wouldn’t that be an amazing project?!? I like your take on the photo!!

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  4. Mike Bayles says:

    Nice poem, Sara.

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  5. Syl says:

    A poem of hope.
    Love the feel of it.

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