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Foreclosure November, 1931

"No later than December third,"
The voice rapped out each icy word.
He stared as if he hadn't heard
just what that ordinance inferred.
Then something deep inside him stirred
his ire, and his vision blurred.
"You've got two weeks," the voice proffered.
"I understand," the man concurred.

Then as in theater of the absurd,
His desperate plight had registered.
And to his heart without a word
The agony of times occurred.
A crumpled, broken, lifeless bird
He paid in full before the third.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/21/2018 8:39:00 AM
That year there were a lot of unlucky "birds" who could not afford to pay their mortgages/rents, Marylou. Your monorhyme form is perfect and I enjoyed your presentation of a Depression-era theme! Best wishes for the holidays, Carolyn
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Marylou Bondi
Date: 12/21/2018 9:59:00 AM
Thank you so much Carolyn. I appreciate your kind words. Happy Holidays and New Year to you.