best offer

her house,
with the for sale sign
planted
loosely
in the sandy dirt
is rusting.
the price too high
perhaps
for these parts.
too far from the interstate,
the gravel
road,
the schools and coffee
shops
a twenty minute ride
away,
but she doesn't care.
she likes it here.
she likes
lying in the sun
on her patio,
finished for the day,
retired at last,
in no hurry to go or stay,
not ready to take
the best offer.