(somehow leaving out the trip to Urgent Care, the lost bicycle wheel, the dead car battery, the mangled sun shade, the flood … )
turned into an orange kite
the tent tangles in pinyon—
hello Motel 6
*
riding the single track
so easy to be nothing but
riding the single track
*
letting the crickets
choose a key, harmonizing
a lullaby to myself
*
that squawking bird
with its one note song—
still, it sings, it sings