East Village
St. Marks Place
early 1970’s
time to move
Leaving New York City
Unimaginable
iike choosing
a part of you
to die

But
circumstances
prevailed
One box
at a time
down
the stairs
a fireline of one
I go back for more
again and again
on a loop
stacking them
on the landing
outside

The promised
Van
arrives
for departure
to Baltimore
Yet,
not until
the move
was done
did I discover
my box of
Dreams
had been
stolen