and leave with perfume.
goodbye, Los Angeles,
until next year
when I am here for a book
about your face.
the apple stand girl
at the farmer's market
recognizes my hipster sweatshirt.
I try to appreciate
the absence of humidity and bugs,
but I won't really dig it
until it is done and in the rearview
of a red-eye, middle seat Spirit airlines flight.
I came with hope
and left with confidence,
not a bad deal at all.