On a finely trimmed lawn,
With a wrought-iron fence,
Sits a house.
The paint is fresh,
The trim is in place,
With only minor imperfections,
And aesthetic choices some prefer more than others.
Quaint,
Yet noticeable.
Simple,
Yet unique.
Built upon a solid foundation,
On the exterior.
The threshhold is a portal.
The other side,
Diametrically opposed to the exterior.
The wallpaper ripped,
Drywall punched through,
Soiled carpet,
Caved-in stairs,
Torn-up baseboards,
Weakened support beams.
Torn asunder,
From years of conflict.
A treat on the eyes,
When viewed from the street.
"For Sale" sign sits abandoned.
Sellers push the facade,
Buyers flee from truth.
(Original date 5/13/2009)
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