I walked between the raindrops,
I danced atop the waves of every sea;
the guy said, great location,
floors, and stores nearby.
I said yes on the dotted line
walked away laughing
at all those suckers I just beat.
I was still the oyster’s pearl,
potatoes mattered less than pretty vines;
I danced a jig on my hardwood floors,
giggling at those suckers.
I went to bed, snug and smug, at 11:59.
the building shook
as a stampede passed through;
the windows screamed, the walls quaked,
the floor began to tremble,
it was like a thousand elephants
just exploded in the room.
I tiptoed to the window
and wondered why I hadn’t seen
the railroad tracks before;
I sighed. I cried.
I couldn’t say he lied.
It was a great location.
So close to where my eardrums lay.
Close to all the stores.
it was crystal clear
that life is like an ocean,
what you find beneath the waves
also finds you good to eat;
I suspect that as he tips his glass
and buys another round
my landlord laughs and tells the bar,
she signed a two-year lease.