Rockies

Let's take our blankets 

and our summer clothes 

pack them up in canvas 

bags and drive until we 

reach the mountains. 

Because honey, this 

subway car can't fit 

my heart, and these 

streets can't bear my 

restless feet any longer, 

and without your 

hand to keep me on 

the ground, I am most 

certainly a flight risk. 

Honey, let's go to the 

shores of every ocean, 

and make wishes on 

skipping stones, and 

camp under wild skies, 

until we find ourselves 

a home. 

With your red truck 

and my ragged map 

let's find ourselves 

a home.