the real estate agent saying
with pride
that this would be a great
starter home
for us kids
as we began
our journey as newlyweds.
it was a narrow
town house
with blue vinyl siding,
each house like the other
and the other,
in courts and rows
with names like Pleasure Cove.
he showed
us where the baby would
sleep once born,
and the next child.
how tall the ceilings were
for bunk beds.
he pulled up the blinds
to show us
the view from the window
revealing the playground
with swings
and a slide,
and in the distance
the middle school.
almost walking distance.
he showed us the yard
where we could put
a grill and have
cook outs,
big enough for a little doghouse,
telling us that he loved
dogs too.
he displayed with open hands
the unfinished basement
that we could turn into an
exercise room.
we signed on the dotted line
on the wobbly
card table
in the dining room.
that was forty years ago.
i'm on my third dog now
and second wife, though that too
is on shaky ground.
the kids are all grown
and living
in Seattle,
but i'm sitll here living in
the starter home,
though
minus the orange shag carpet,
which immediately
had to go, day one.
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