Leaving the U.S.A.
The first to go was the toothpaste.
Soon followed by the shampoo.
A little more slowly went the:
large bottle of aspirin
big box of Q-tips
and the razor blades
in their little plastic cases.
All of the stuff I brought with me
when I fled to slow-living Spain
slipping away like morning dreams.
A year in and now replacing
Broken bonds to my natal land.
And words too, running from my mind.
¿Como se dice en inglés?
Dreams a mishmash of languages.
I am standing at a crosswalk,
waiting for the little green man
even though no cars are coming.