the trick

to living on the cheap
is to always want
what you already have

Habit is what keeps

us stubbornly knocking on

doors which are open.

Panning for gold I

wait for someone to bring me

more than just their dirt.

and these,

though they were not mine,
became Mt. Tam and every
other lost landscape.

every time I close my heart I make a purchase

in my faith there is

a crack large enough to fit
any peddlers boot.

I slow down to look 
at wrecks on the interstate.
Some I even love.

keeping account we
note each cent given to love-
always wanting more.