The bus bumbles

back past these

toy box towns that I remember.

Six hour stretches

of rainbow Jumbo Jenga,

apartment atop apartment

interspersed

with carpets of pastoral jade.

Sheep lift their heads to greet us passerby’s.

They streak by outside my window

as my poems repeat on my lips

to sink into memory,

reminding me

why I decided to come here

in the first place.