Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Short Sale

I was on a three way call with the bank and my realtor.
They talked numbers
and mumbo jumbo
and I said yes when prompted
I soaked in the living room
the walls
the bookshelf and fireplace
the rug
and the cuckoo clock.
Through the open front door
birds were chattering
chickens were fussing
wind chimes were tinkling.
I settled comfortably back into the couch with a sigh.
The phone felt like a tin can on a string.

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