empty and silence

mileage on suitcase

an arrival of sand …

cover lids with woman-paint
with curlers
with shavings from passport

you came back

and yet, you have traveled too far north now to gather me

two new people will share a last name
an audience of tourists photograph
love and contracted commitment

and there is still that egg
unscrambled and flipped

branches
tied together with shards of hair and thread

an alleyway where pears do not grow but
an ocean swims nearby