we’re home

on the way out of town
i hand over the green green alfalfa sprouts
in a ziploc bag
and laura hands me a cinnamon roll
on a rectangle of white waxed paper
we’re home!  i say
after we are guided to our sleeper car
and plop our bodies and our bags into the seats
the paper solstice boats
that physically, we didn’t get to making
though in spirit
i’m sending mine down the clear cold currents
of reads creek