Upon Arriving

And so,

with two bottles of

duty-free red label,

they put 

me thru the turnstile

and turned me loose

inside.

I have traveled much

today,

and have only a little

to go,

but the bulk and the

ocean

lay behind me like

so much

red tape torn thru.

I am she in her

studio, but I'm me

and she's she, and 

that makes us a

little bit different.

Red, neon crosses break the

skyscraper apartment building

skyline,

and somehow the stairway of

plant, page, bonham, and jones

seems

all too appropriate.