Up in gray mid-morning waiting for
a truck to arrive, keep moving the
clothes, the dishes, all the furniture
that make up a persons life, in this
case two people and four children.
We set up our mattress on the
living room floor, terrible night’s
sleep and throbbing back ache, not
much by way of relief and wind picks
up outside for a giant trash/leaf
turn around, delivery of random
swirls of wind from God-knows-where.
Spring has sprung its warm
coils out earlier this year
than in years previous, billions of
wiry floating birds oil out the
branches in songs and screeches
and secret melodies.
Time to get moving.
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(March 20th, 2012)
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