in those early mornings
we all rise
always chasing time,
the crippled fat man from
Cuba had to do the same
we all want to see all the
corners of the earth
great canyon, yosemite,
fisherman's wharf,
the portolas and the
gondolas
the casinos and the shows
what did we get? what did we see?
when we arrive home
after miami
we want to tell what was there
what happened
we want to talk and keep the rest
silent
and they wonder
what have we become: selfish from
the first hour
till the last
nothing has changed
we left and we have arrived
rude and mean as they call it
like a certain jay
speak it.
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