The Closing

The house is selling into a buyers market,

While policy's thumb weighs heavily

In favour of depression and despair.

A wannabe owner makes insulting noises

Imagines his the only interest at play

Offers far below replacement cost.

Is he looking for a home, or a profit?

He reckons without understanding

The present owner is his second bidder, 

Playing a hand he hasn’t recognised

On a table whose stakes are all emotion—

Value being more personal than economic.

A deal, like courtship, consumates only 

When desire matches, kisses desire.

 © Philip Knight 2018