I take a carry on now
I can afford it, it’s easier and I don’t care
I need to carry my shoes now
Because my shoes in your closet aren’t mine anymore
I spend most of my time on the beach
A marvel a temple a pilgrimage
Where I used to follow
The sand washes away paw prints
The buildings of my youth are torn down
In their place is grass and homeless men
And I am among them
But in a horribly different and privileged way