let’s visit a port this time.
where natives convened once, trails met
like lines in a baby’s hands.
this place, it will be rolling hills
and picturesque cliffs.
but not now. now it will be turned into
little boxes of great things
and everybody who buys one gets one, by the
time we arrive. upon landing we have appointments
to have our hair styled.
mine will be slightly golden mist.

our pilot will weave the helicopter
around the major city spires
and bridges
and other sights before we take tea.
row boats in various ponds,
we can make the purchase of a lifetime.
we can laugh at it all.