by Aprilyn Peña
Bare walls, empty closets, packed bags
fifty pounds of who I was
Seven hour drives, eighteen hour flights, forty-eight hours
the agenda to my doom
Cramped seats, no spaces, crying babies, questionable food
tired eyes and eye bags all from lack of sleep
Opened window . . .
Sunrise, sunsets, head up in the clouds, light . . .
Chilled breaths, auburn leaves, October vibes
The first snowfall