The real estate agent’s car was already there
bright, shiny, logo-ed
sporty, compact, part SUV, part status
expensive and proclamatory – the owner has done well.
They were young, impossibly without weariness
standing at the gate – daring to dream.
He brushes her hand
she tugs his waistband – ephemeral – it might bring bad luck
hand in hand, down the driveway
children wishing Christmas
wondering if this is preposterous,
The waiting realtor full watts $1000’s of implants
hands wave features, as a pointsman disciplines traffic.
They have learned each secrets
and bodies, before, there might have been others,
probably there were,
but everything till now is tinsel
this is purity of consummation – hope and the future.