Permanence Rents An Apartment
There was once a thought (to be unneighbored)
which permeated all through Permanence.
To own a home, hammer walls unpapered,
and, when retired, hide money in the vents.
She couldn’t find, though, enough to put down,
and couldn’t make the payments, most likely,
so settled for a new lease here in town
and rearranged the couches just rightly.
Her children lived there, in that little flat,
and pounded out ideas by the dozens
with pen and paintbrush, with beaker and vat,
dramatizing the homes of their cousins.
Permanence stalks through Temporary’s gate,
weaves lion from line, and then licks the bait.