legacy

the mortgage broker calls
at all hours of the day and night
hassling for money they know
you do not have.  perched
on the banks of the river, slightly
above the brick streets , a modest
sentry's soft  blue  eye   guides
me into the drive, up the  stairs through
its waterous patina

into this home, inviting entry through
unlocked screen.    bugs are bid
to remain outside but cats are welcome
 geetings! proclaim china red
walls covered with feminine mystique
flame in the fireplace, accents of cyan,
la madre de dios and budha smiles
all around. a hug to the woman of the hearth
the woman of a heart too deep for reposession.
she is giving it away. the banks want this?
fine, her imprint is deep. the walls
will bleed her for years.