Friday, October 4, 2013

Saga of the Apartment Dweller

         RENT.Too much. Quiet. Too little. Freedom from serious investment, no name other than home. #htspoetweet
The recent tweet, above, inspired the following poem.


Smell of others’ ethnic cooking.
Sound of snoring through thin walls
and music not at all my choosing.
Late and early—banging doors.

Windows like a guillotine.
Stairs, too many. Oh, my thighs!
Rent, too much, but less than mortgage.
Quiet, too little.  Still,  it’s home.

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