Shouldered a futon all the way from
The Bowery to Brattleboro
Left my high heels in a box by
an alley door, saved myself
From bunions – and probably more
Times when the compass pointed east
I looked west and wondered
Ticket on a table, I said
No thanks
Rainbow Room, moonlight swim, panty hose, serious suits
No thanks
High rise office, record deal, Austin Texas, Rodeo
No thanks
Hotel room, champagne glass, make a self-made brand
No thanks
San Diego, Paris lunch, parking lot kisses, night ride back roads
No thanks
No
But thanks for asking.
For every no, a yes
For every heartbreak, another way home
My boots mellow by the door
Take me daily to the middle
Of the path
shouldering small word choices
I write the way
without regret.
Early Morning Poems 