The wheels on the suitcase
go round and round
and round the causeway
to the threshold
of the home stretch
And you should
before you embark
Those chairs are terse!
Curt as teenagers at curfew
and today I have armrest-mates
on both borders
port and starboard
A vacancy by the tap!
It’s dehydrating up there
Lubricate, liberally
to keep your joints from squeaking
during transit
Not too much
Don’t want to drip or dribble
The atmosphere is wet enough
Great balled-up paper towels
squeezed into papier-mâché animals
and celebrities
and small countries
in Eastern Europe
Ceiling songs
get better with age
Everyone here
heard this at the pool
in summer
when seatbelt buckles got hot as coals
and SPF was young
Maybe they drove themselves
and their kid brothers’ friends
Maybe they hitched a ride
This one came out two score
and seven years ago
We cannot hallow it further
This is for juniors and seniors
These freshmen can’t understand
Chittering
Silence
All the same
The bell will toll
in good time
The bird will roll
fast
fast
faster still
We will rise
We will fall
We will bump along the flatted earth
We will traverse familiar portals
to sleep in familiar beds
