April 13, 2012

Nowhere












We are moving
to the desert.
Fewer people,
cost of living,
the place where
the famous
go to die.
Everyone tells us
what we will find,
we will all
be from somewhere,
going nowhere
on our mind,
never mentioned
in conversation,
only spoken
at the proper time.
You will find us
out by the pool,
sharing a joke,
with only those
of our kind,
we can always
order another,
the god of summer
smiles blind.

4/6/12