An Office For Lease
I am sitting in front of an empty building.
Large red, white and blue sign says “for lease”.
What would I do here?
Creative writing center?
Art center?
Botanical garden?
Toy museum?
Clutter our Way or the Highway?
Birdbrains Anonymous?
Crones United?
Hag’s Homemade Brews?
Psychedelic Phenomenon?
Krutsinger’s Believe it or Rot?
Voodoo Dolls and Vampires?
The ideas are endless.
I dial the number, to find out what the rent is.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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