i moved again

this time to Tucson.

lured south by culture: queer, warm, leftist, vegan, radical

in a way that’s not hucking body and bike off sandstone slabs,

not tethered to tourists.

there’s a freedom in the Sonoran oceans.

unconstrained by crypto and cliff,

one can walk where they wish.

Saguaros—old friends of the desert—

upturn their arms and say,

“either way is fine.”

who knew such a spiny landscape could be so inviting.

still, i love moab:

the friends and flames i found,

the secrets hiding high in canyons.

there’s so much yet to see.

i would’ve stayed and looked,

but this whole ~young and free~ persona i’ve adopted

says, “keep moving.”

did I read Kerouac too young?

anyways, thx for the mems. here’re a bunch of photos that make me misty for moab majesty.

^ birthday ride: still hot in october

^ solstice snake: an annual show, 800+ years running

^ arches galore: portal to la sals

^ cliffrose & community

^ sandcastles: no fish, fisher

^ dandy, innit?

^ maybe I just moved because i turn into a baby when it’s cold

^ steve velcro

I’ll be back soon enough, if only for opuntia flowers.