I’m watching you
watching a piano leave the house.
The keys are the teeth you will grow
and the black bags under my eyes.
You are watching intently.
What do you think is happening?
Who do you think the men are –
the two with matching masks over their noses
pouring water down their muscular chins.
They have wheels and ramps for ease
and dust sheets to protect the wooden frame
inside their massive removal van.
Your friends after ballet class or chess
or karate or pottery or boxing will ask
Why can’t your dad drive?
You will shrug on the walk home
when I ask about your hobbies.

© Carl Burkitt 2021