On an ocean-cliff house.
behind a steep white wall,
on a terrace that overlooks
a kidney-shaped swimming pool,
she entertains women friends
with mostly small talk
that’s writ large by the view.
Her husband’s career
is an upward curve.
She basks in it like the sun.
Some of the other wine-sippers
need jobs to get by.
She doesn’t mention it.
Travertine flooring, French doors,
gourmet kitchen with granite counters,
master suite with vaulted ceilings,
have already said it for her.
Her boundaries may be
the narrowest of all
in this modest get-together.
But they do boast crown moldings
and a cozy breakfast nook.
He’ll be home soon
and the women will dissipate
on his entrance.
They’ve seen enough of what he provides.
Why risk scorching their eyes
at the sight of his brilliance.
He’ll kiss his wife on the cheek
and retreat to his den.
Love is all about distance now.
But thankfully, real estate is near.
