Carens Treehouse

Caren sat inside her treehouse Sequestered sixteen feet in the air Camouflaged by two sparkly leaved cottonwoods The Della Bettas were arguing loudly In Italian They live up the block on the corner In a green house There was no denying their tones She reached into her book pile Librarians limited her to seven books a day What to read first? They were all hand-picked this morning She chooses seven every morning in the summer She looked up from her pirate adventure Hearing two happy women Meeting at the clothesline, pinning up laundry Her mother and a neighbor, their happiest time of the day