Apples and Change

Our household consists of the taboo

All we speak of is religion and politics

Each to our own

Agreeing on little

But motives are good

Mutually acknowledged

Yesterday reeked of our first Thai recipe

Chocolate chip cookies

Cuddled on the couch

Taboo subjects taboo

And rest, rested on us

All arguments forgotten

In the comforts of home

Today is the first snow

We move in 9 days

Into the city

Of traffic and sirens

Nations amix in one neighborhood

And blacks will no longer be the minority

Both of us return to comfort

In unlikely circumstance

Closer to history and pain

Memories and relatives.

We leave our olive and chocolate walls

To those happy to find them

Our caretaking responsibility

To one better equipt

And our lonely city

Will fade quickly in our memory

As we trade it for

Welcoming pagans and artists

We become we,

in a way more than

He joining me

Mine becomes ours

As we set our feet on level ground

Trust marks the way

As apples and change

Hold us in the sweet smell

Of tomorrow