Moving Trucks

there it is a big truck

carrying heavy loads

baring the burden of sordid molds

entrenched in the decadence of harden folds

and devastating stories that few have told

 

only for the residents to let go,

move on and live there no more

they rest in driveways, alleys and street curbs

neighbors watch, ever chirping like birds

 

eviction is sweeping the block 

picking the faithful lock 

changing the haves

to the have-nots 

 

packing up family pictures

that once sat on living room shelves

taking garden gnomes and santa’s elves

all the hope is dispelled 

 

stacking up dressers, chairs, TV’s and couches

glass figurines, antiques and mouses

formerly full dwellings

turned into empty houses

 

 

Love always, Esha <3