Dusty boxes dirty shelves
Packed and wrapped
In cloth and plastic
Bubbles of air
Expected to cushion your mirror
Over bumps
Trash bags full of
Precious items,
Clothes, and old pointe shoes
Boxes of books, they're heaviest, those books
Take apart the furniture and
Load it up, gently
Richer for the spare change
Found
Sunglasses discovered
One shoe goes in this bucket, the other
Is already packed, surely
Somewhere
The skates go with the blender
Whirl together in their box
Use the vacuum one last time
And leave it by the free brooms in the garage
It doesn't work well, anyway
It wanted to be a figure skater
An empty place now, one last check
The shelves, the drawers and cupboards
Lines in the carpet from that heavy bed
(Without the slats, and drawers,
Not as heavy as you'd thought)
Impressions, scars, proof of your brief stay
The suitcases go last, with the things
You'll need right away
Take some pictures just to see and remember
The awe of the empty space
The truck now full with
Everything
Leave the vase behind
You'd only have to deal with broken glass
The flowers, too, beginning to brown and wither
Will greet the new tenant
Or the landlord, in to check on something
It's time to get on the road.
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