It is 2018 and our boxes are labeled:
Say goodbye to the three-story house!
A backward glance
at my sky-lit studio, and we’ve moved on…
Three years later,
the 965 square feet of apartment space
Our terrace overlooks
woods and ponds: a good
But the things I can’t find
continue to jangle.
Where is that leather pouch with my favorite pens?
And the letter?
Directives from the California artist,
the one who could stand on his head at age 75?
I’ve rummaged through the boxes in our storage unit.
Sketchy labels on the many cartons
Where are my best drawing pens? ❏