A number of years ago my mother asked if I had purchased a cemetery plot. I told her I hadn't, but planned to. Some more time passed, and I finally prompted myself to write a letter of inquiry to the cemetery where all of my elder relatives are buried in a small town in New Jersey, where I grew up. Months went by and I forgot that I had even sent the query, so I was surprised when a form letter finally arrived in the mail. There are times in our lives when we are homeless, or feel homeless.
cold summer wind
walking the streets of San Francisco