Westward Ho!
These are the new houses
of civil servants
retired from their tedium;
adobe brick houses, on golf courses
sunning themselves in the desert
like leathery lizards.
These are the palaces
dreamt about in the snows of Minnesota,
the icy winds of North Dakota, the white
plains of Montana.-beneath the palms, far from
harsh living, seasonal extremes.
These are the neighborhoods
where flowered shirts and white
belts adorn the graying masses
like tourists on a perpetual vacation
living in towns with names like
Mesquite, Palm Springs, Taos and
Sedona, where they migrate like
spawned out salmon seeking
sanctuary in natal streams,
in the silt of decaying carcasses.
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