The loud man full of life
wanted to get an empty house
as receptacle for his opinions
as frame for watercolor values.
Big rooms required for arm-waving
and small as well for contemplation
hopefully a long dark hall to stroll
and closest space to hide cuteness.
He preferred a place long abandoned
aired out of its burdens
a domicile free of such recency
as he himself suffered from.
Tempted by a windowless warehouse
attracted to a burned-out rambler
he put a downpayment on a victorian
before getting claustrophic in it.
Finally settled on and settled in
a fixerupper lonely and drafty
half renovatedand half abandoned
the loud man full of life.