The Real Estate Agent, Page 2 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin
The Real Estate Agent, Page 2 Of 2
This is the master bedroom - that noise?
Ah, beside the bed, that cradle rocks -
A draft of air no doubt, though draperied
windows all are shut with locks
Sir! Come back, you’ve left your hat!
Wait, you haven’t heard the price - Oh hell,
you mocking spirits have won! Keep your
damned house forever - It will never sell!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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