I Went Out Looking For A House. Comments

I wanted to see these poetic streets. I saw a house with cream stucco walls, with 'buy me' written all over it. I knocked on the door, which was opened by a woman......so touching and haunting expression. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.

''I'm doing the packing myself', she said, ' I am an independent woman like Beyonce'. 'I'll buy that', was my response.' Intrigued, the comment not the house, a walked through this poem with you, reminded me of a poem I wrote about Auckland once, which makes the experiences of a few hours ageless in memories