House Hunting
House hunting
I´m looking for a flat in a small market town nearby.
The lady showing me around ought to wear a chador.
One of the features in the flat is a new dishwasher
and other kitchen utensils of interest.
The flat has a balcony with a view of other houses,
not a tree in sight.
My almond tree is in full bloom make spring beautiful.
This town has shops, a post office and an elder centre
where we elderly can play bingo.
The landscape in my village is odd it used to be farmed
people moved away and left it to go back to the wilderness.
Today, I saw a fox, a rabbit and a boar, also a cow hanging about
chewing cud and lost in thoughts.
Flowers hide under a crippled tree and are beautiful for their own sake.
The chador-lady is right in a wrong way.
I will wait only move when spring and summer is over
when winter murk hangs in my vale and mist is like a childhood of sorrow
Then I will leave and wear a grey coat of elderliness
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