a life of one's own

the new apartment is comfortable; good light

from the east,– is spacious, and the working

set-up is perfectly utilitarian.

It’s a large apartment complex, and I lost my way once

during the beginning days of my residence,

trying to key 403 when I should have been keying 503.

this is the farthest reach in the northern territory of the city.

I share a balcony with two others, both of whom

are women, both of whom have interesting histories.

as for industry across the way, I enjoy the big rigs

in their late afternoon departures;

it's like watching the gang of older kids in '51,

straddling their heavy American bikes to discover

the unknown before I became the same as each of them.

there is a river running southward and it's seen

at its beginning further northward.

–– sundown, and continuing a life of one's own.