At
5:21,
I walked between the raindrops,
I danced atop the waves of every sea;
the guy said, great location,
hardwood
floors, and stores nearby.
I said yes on the dotted line
and
walked away laughing
at all those suckers I just beat.
At
10:43,
I was still the oyster’s pearl,
potatoes mattered less than pretty vines;
I danced a jig on my hardwood floors,
still
giggling at those suckers.
I went to bed, snug and smug, at 11:59.
At
12:02
the building shook
as a stampede passed through;
the windows screamed, the walls quaked,
the floor began to tremble,
it was like a thousand elephants
just exploded in the room.
At
12:06,
slowly,
I tiptoed to the window
and wondered why I hadn’t seen
the railroad tracks before;
I sighed. I cried.
I couldn’t say he lied.
It was a great location.
So close to where my eardrums lay.
Close to all the stores.
At
12:10
it was crystal clear
that life is like an ocean,
what you find beneath the waves
also finds you good to eat;
I suspect that as he tips his glass
and buys another round
my landlord laughs and tells the bar,
she signed a two-year lease.