Right Way Up (freewrite)

Ok, so this came from a seminar I had tonight. It's short and I may work on it a bit and extend. 
We used a prompt which made me think about "moving" and it brought back a childhood memory about moving home, which I wrote down...

Right Way Up

The bin bag labelled “BILLOWS” goes between the knees

and Bevan lets me lift

the edge of our chipped coffee table

into the back of the new blue van.

The tyres budge a warning

that we will have to return  

to the scenery of our road

for a second trip.

Her-next-door will have to cry

a second time

and the box marked “FRAGILE”

will have to drop again

this time, the right way up.