the afternoon of the move, the flowerbeds were in bloom,
was nearly complete, except for one bathroom.
balloons were hung, on the front porch with care,
that the grandparents would soon be there.
workers were prepared for lifting and unpacking,
visions of back aches and muscle cramps were not lacking.
boxes were opened, and the furniture was arranged,
item was broken, shattered, or left estranged.
on the front porch there arose such a clatter,
finished the BBQ and placed it on a platter.
the dinner table we sped with much cheer,
pass the corn, the potatoes, and the beer.
lurched from the table and adjourned to our beds,
and no fences were required in our heads.
drifting to sleep, one thought still stuck,
it was just one small van, and not a Mack truck.