tonight the feet hit the desert soil.
after thirty six hours
from the moment we tumbled onto the 72 bus towards Hammersmith
to the white convertible pulling into the corrine drive driveway.
christmas parties start tomorrow.
the holidays begin (in america).
there is too much to try and say
to try and remember and put to words.
all i know,
is that it feels good to be home,
but it feels awful to have left.
for now all I can do,
is keep sipping this hot cider
and listening to the crackling voice of elvis
in the spirit of christmas.