Tuesday, October 4
Seven men and
seven hours to pack a house
and crate time and music
minus doughnuts and pizza
and a driver’s frantic call
to his accountant
because if he didn’t wire
$450 to the IRS right away
they’d issue a warrant
for his arrest.
The grand girl won a third place medal at her golf meet that I missed, and Hurricane Matthew is eyeing Haiti
I couldn’t watch
When they packed
Ours –
Neighbors sat in
Our
Kitchen, watching
As movers took
Our
Bits and pieces
Away.
Oh, Darlene. But the movers brought them back to you? And you created a new puzzle?
I like the repetition of the word, “our.” Did your boys watch?