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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About riverwriter

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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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