Broken Mirror Moving Day

Someone’s got seven years
Of bad luck coming their way
But who—the breaker or you
Whose house it’s moving to
Or the new owner of the place we
Left behind or what about the
U-Haul driver who slammed
Brakes or the boy on a bike who rode
Dreamily into the road or
Startled dog passing by or you who
Swept the broken glass or
The girl who held the dustpan
Oh, let us be generous of spirit and
Split it among us all as if it were the pizza
And beer we hope to enjoy soon.
There.
Bad luck done and gone
In the time it takes
to write this poem