INVITATION TO MOVE WEST

I will take you to the rivers
I have known, throw you in and watch
from rocks the current swirl your eyes
in foam and glow, red leaves of hair

dancing in the eddies. Today
north winds butter the cold black glass
of your bankrupt, barking day job
and thin rents prompt paper cuts, but

when you move to this bay the small
globe on my floor will jump, soften,
and drape itself over puddles
for your wagon train of questions.