near the roses

you remember
moving three times
in five years
when the hammer
fell. an apartment,
a condo, a house.
but they were
happy moves
involving fresh
paint, new linens,
a new mattress,
a new phone number.
a new
address. sometimes
you woke up
and wondered where
you were.
it was confusing
giving directions
to your house,
telling people
where to park, which
bell to ring.
but that was ten
years ago.
and you have no itch
left to scratch
when it comes
to moving again.
you're fine right where
you are, and you say
things like
when it's over, just
bury me out back.
near the roses
i might plant this spring.