Between one home and another house
in the desert, hidden from the searing sun
beneath a metal shade, cold air blasting onto
my toes
man, it's hot, 117F and on the way to Zzyz,
an unknown future including GrandDaughter Mira,
a house with an empty garage
we will occupy this space and form it
as it will form us, this empty space to be filled
with as yet unknowns.
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