I am always moving to California
on the 12th of every month.
I am taking every single thing
with me that needs sun.
Cats. Music. Medical
marijuana. Don’t try to stop
any of us from doing anything.
Marking off the days.
Deleting the nights.
Practicing. Burnishing.
Holding. Iowa.
Your poems resonate like a wise, wry, sometimes heartbroken or heartbreaking Om, John.