A foul wind blew in last May.
The cool night air still lingers. The stench, is fading.
Though the hot head moved his/her stuff.
He moved allot of stuff, but he had help.
He did not betray any emotion, other than
seething. He did not
see a thing other than red.
The cool night air coolly lingered.

Saturday the notice was served
verbal barbs flew, they were leaving. Period.
There was no grieving.
The white truck arrived.
The white truck came took the first load,
he was very possessed by those things
he did not own. Never, ever.
The white truck had been here before, delivery
after, delivery, after,
delivery.  It was criminal.

They have taken more stuff out then
they brought in.
During daylight anyway.
More stuff than most people have when they have
day
jobs.

The late night visits, by the police will be less,
less stress for the rest of us.
The memory of the strangers,
which would come and pay cash
for unlawful sales will go stale,
maybe.
He would do most of his own work,
at night when our eyes were closed,
rest was often disturbed, sleep too.

I ramble but he gambled and in this
round he lost.  She lost. They lost.
There a businesses and homes and cars
that have paid the cost.
He is considered a small fish in the
Enforcement Sea, as a species,
he has evolved and hides all very
well,
he could open his mouth
wide enough and swallow
....!
The wind has changed directions,
and what lingers is smelling ... less.