Providence

Their move to the suburbs was subversive,

two dynamos in traffic like Joe Schmos

each day - they didn't plan the fun would outlive

the first few months when even the peep toads

made them slightly dizzy, and the pleating

and unpleating of accordion traffic

squeezed days to goings-and-returns, but see,

their house and yard and white fence made addicts

out of them. Soon her girth changed, his commute

was singular, the swing set progenitor

of wobbly glee and a spring bruise or two.

They gambled in futures, but their front door

became apogee of all they thought they'd be,

and they drove to and fro so happily.