is that a double oven?

she praises the granite,

the new

tile,

the oak floors stained

a dark brown,

the bathrooms

of course

all shiny with fixtures,

the tub

clean enough to eat off,

and then there's

the kitchen,

where she nearly faints

to the floor,

touching

the stove, the ice box,

the spigot,

is that a double oven,

good lord.

look at the size of these

rooms,

the closet space,

so many windows to bring

in the light.

i see the yard, i envision

a hammock

stretched out

across the grass, anchored

by two trees,

as it swings

quietly

in a summer breeze.