Making what we can out of options
lingering from feral stars like
the scented rear view mirror charms, blowing
wildly, with rhythms not understood.
We move, and change, and leave current life
to want. Peeling stickered attachments of life
off our skin and suitcases-fill them with
memories and sun spots. And introduce:
our head to new pillows, our nose to new
salted air and feet to new stones yet picked
from vagrant toes.
I'm finally moving to San Francisco!!