Walking until soreness turns
left and left and left again so
you unpack and repack the car
with your not-so-splendid possessions
like a bird cage full of good memories.
New apartment oldish house
like nowhere ever seen before
you passed through this hayseed
town of a palm-crossed whore of a
one-night stop a year ago.
Strike-two spider in the linens
what we agreed upon early
was taken by the early bird.
fully populated short branches
where the small hides and large
breaks and sun repairs next
year with a vengeance.
So long ago I am a regular
at the chinese place behind the pawn
shop that gave me a month’s rent
for my wedding ring what good
it was to be disenchanted.
A fly on the screen or a screw
on the floor of the garage or a box
from the liquor store carried across
the continental divide five times
separated from joy by maturity.
In a poker game after hours
in my security guard uniform
I drank too much and bluffed
with a pair of jacks and the threat
of another I changed my spots.
Everything back in the car front
and back seat and trunk with junk
leaving what I had acquired within
this last magical year of loneliness
the mountain pass rang true.