Six days from now I’ll journey to the north
(when this is posted, I’ll be one day there,
arising from an air bed, first of fourth
sunrises, forecast mild, okay air).
I’ll be away from home – the trade is fair:
my privacy for love is how this goes.
The ticket’s on my phone, I’ll trim my hair –
the biggest prep’s this verse I pre-compose.

(Huitain)