where exactly
is it?
why does the rain make it smell both
musty and clean, and age bring rot and charm?
this old neighborhood is full of cracks
on the sidewalks and the foundations of its houses, yet
young couples dream of staking
their claim next to the elderly who can no longer maintain
what they've possessed for two or three generations.
half of the houses on this block are being renivated
but the trick is to also maintain the house's original charm.
gut the rotting wood, save the facade.
the woman with cotton candy hair and small dusty figurines in the window
is building a ramp to the door of her azure house three doors down.
through her dingy curtains i watch her watch
her daily shows: the price is right, jeopardy.
and for me the jeopardy lies in the question made out of the title.
what is the price of all this
and how does it go from a thirty year fixed loan
that only white people can secure
to home?
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