whose address should I use?

At the stop sign, I finally look up.
To the south, a cloud shaped like Italy
keeps me company on this back road.
Sunrise comes between us as I drive
burnishes the coastline from gray to
deep pink, rose, soft peach
as that boot lengthens from sturdy rain boot to
thigh-high stiletto and I want to send
a thank you note to the world
that today’s reminder
of constant change is gentle,
even photogenic

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