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(FYI: traditional Haiku uses 3-line stanza; 5-7-5 beat format)

The bids you receive,
The sound of one hand clapping.
Do they sound the same?

Poof! In an instant--
Disappearing without trace
--All your equity.

Hot market blazing
Burn rate growing, credit maxed
--Who put the fire out?

Your intelligence,
Your credit, your house: all are
Well below average…

Paper gains, but air
Mortgage, a lead anchor.
Which carries more weight?

Costs are high, hope gone.
The lender demands –foreclose!
And away goes house…

Like cherry blossom
In last days of spring, your home
Is well past its prime.

Above the summit
Beyond soaring clouds, comes
…New tax assessment!

As small kindnesses
Shown strangers, your upgrades too
Go un-rewarded.

Dark clouds approaching,
No more buyers found –Next comes
Vengeful ‘Silent Spring’.

Your Realtor job seems
Beyond your abilities.
--Is McDonalds hiring?

Many clouds slip by,
Unseen, unknown; much like your
…Prospective buyers.

How vast the ocean
That separates asking price
From true house value.

Many are the paths
That lead to prosperity.
Sadly, none lead here…

Daytrader before,
Flipper now; coming soon:
Parking attendant.

Stainless steel, marble
Glistens so, like Fool’s gold,
It has no takers.

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