in santa fe

our little house had a blue door

a bit of outside space

to sit and read   have coffee or tea

our apartment lacks outdoor space

we use the park 

though less convenient

it serves our needs   not lin's

she came to us

well after our time in santa fe   

she wants a home

a house   it appears time to uproot   

saying the words

does not make it so   we cannot picard

our way to a new abode

we cannot beam ourselves up

one day becomes the next   effortlessly

entropy = passivity

we must engage in the process

resistance is futile