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
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we’re home!  i say
after we are guided to our sleeper car
and plop our bodies and our bags into the seats
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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