can't get too comfortable!
hair grows and then it's cut,
furniture is placed then it's moved,

perhaps its why there's
dust on all these picture frames
dried roses living in a small box

grocery store aisles
rearranged again, familiar
labels now strangers

bus routes change
leaving empty stops with
only a small sign where to go next

the pink-glazed mug
chipped but cherished
holds more than lukewarm coffee

sidewalk cracks
memorized then forgotten
on routes no longer fitting

pockets full of
crumpled receipts,
a paper lifeline to the corner stores