Two cats,
One dog,
Two growing up loud kids
And a basement full of stuff

A big space
Potentially the quiet dome
A bottle of margaritas
And it’s move time

Six years in the making
The tequila breaking preconceived notions
The moving of stuff
Making sentimentality unimportant

The cave will get done
Spartan style befitting the man moving it all
A long table for writing
Music at arm’s length

“What, babe?”

Really? Over there? Okay.”

It’s going to take
Another margarita
Since opportunity has reached out
To my Mrs.