a piece of property
down
south.
next to the river bank.
the agent says, we haven't
had
a flood in weeks.
i believe him as i hold
up the pen
about to sign my name.
it's going to be my dream house.
my last
stop.
where lulla belle and I will
grow old together
in sweet marital
bliss,
my final resting place.
and then it
starts to rain.
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