for rent

A child had a tantrum here:
black heel marks on the wall
recorded the fury at bed level;
a dog repeatedly scratched
at the edge of the porch door;
here something gouged
the countertop, there the floor.
The spinach green hall
and the purple bedroom
are deal breakers; and
why has no one cut the grass?
Why such grandiose marble
stone floors in a basement
with a seven-foot ceiling?
Like a snail on a yardstick,
their slow passage here
has left a trail
that makes me realize
I, too, crawl slowly.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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