The Real Estate Agent

The Real Estate Agent

The real estate agent lets me in. He thinks
I’m another agent come to preview the house
but I’m just looking for a place to sleep.

Which way are the bedrooms? I ask,
and he points left – master, he says,
then points up – guest rooms, he says.

Don’t you want to see the kitchen?
It’s got granite countertops,
stainless steel appliances, and an island.

But I have gone left, and am lying down
in the master bedroom where rain
is hungry at the windows.

Already the sills have been compromised
and betray tiny puddles
of advancing rainwater.

There will be no stopping it, of course.
And then I overhear the real esate agent
explaining to the owner, who has just come home,

why somebody is in her bed.
She has flown past him and is perched over me.
I am trying to keep the rain out, I explain.

And I wonder if the hostility
in her eyes can be successfully
imagined as understanding.

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Very nice.

:romance-cloud9:

Ahhhh. [size=85][satiated sigh][/size] Good things come…

:smiley:

Good good good.

I’ve noticed over the years that sometimes your last verse (indeed sometimes the last line) is often your best, the most profound/revelatory of your poems - what comes before almost seeming as simply a specific kind of preparitory contextualization.

Intentional or plain happenstance…?

Hey, Tab, good to see you again.

I generally start out with just an idea, maybe a theme of some description that I’m trying to work out in my head. And then the poem typically takes over and I have no idea where it’s going to end up. I just tag along for the ride and at some point I more or less just start looking for a way to quit it. Sometimes it’s obvious, other times I have to sit the poem down and come back to it, maybe days later, until something presents itself that’ll make an appropriate ending. I think the ending is key. The ending of any poem ought to be strong enough to get the reader to want to go back through the poem again. I think in some sense if the ending doesn’t do this, the poem has failed.

Always great to have you take the time to stop by, Tab.