A poem by Pascale Steig
House sold; moving on
Looking for a house
Alas: slim pickings.
Frantically looking
Days on end, reading the ads
Hoping for wonders
It's all said in code
Where "Lovingly Restored"
Means total mess-up
Mongrelization
Of styles, periods, and uses.
Sage green, brown and grey
The tiles, all the same
Gone the trims, the cabinets
Gone, the wood built-ins
The windows, vinyl
Gone, the charm, the history
The doors, hollow core.
Done in the name of
Updates, home improvement:
Obliteration
My heart beats faster
For two words: "Historic Charm"…
Perhaps this is it..?
Alas, alas, no.
With walls, leaning to the side,
The house is crooked.
It smells; well, it stinks
Unkempt, drafty, moldering
Unfit for humans.
The agent, he smiles;
If not this house, another...
...Or another yet.
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