Transmogrification

I found an earring in a cabinet today.
One that you had while we were coasting,

Chicago,
Nashville,
Tampa,
Puerto Vallarta.

Wine bottles left by railroad tracks,
tequila shots during eight-ball.

Everybody’s friend Sergio
is instructing water aerobics, making
middle-age women wet.

A bed formed from two couches coming
together, a stadium for us to hide and
play in our blanketed cocoon.

Love broke away as a new day
dawned just east of the Pacific.