At dawn
we leave on tiptoe.
Father carries the easel
and three paintings, mother
a chest and the eiderdown
inherited from grandmother, I myself
a pot and a teakettle.
We load it all on a cart, quickly,
so the janitor does not see.
My father
is pulling the cart, quickly,
my mother pushes at the rear, quickly,
I push also, quickly, quickly, quickly,
so that the janitor does not see.
We owe
a half-year's rent.
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