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Escrow

The purest fear,
the sheerest cold,
that step from the plane
 into thinnest air.

That piercing chill,
signing final papers.

Free falling, waiting ...,
finally silk billows.

Peace settles.
“The First Deed of Trust”

This house,
this bit of land under my feet,
is mine,
 (and the bank’s).


Carol V. Michael,  Sacramento, 2015 ©  Used with Permission of the author.

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