staying put

i couldn't be a pioneer
back in those days,
not with the covered wagons
bouncing along.
the beans on the fire.
Indians
with flaming arrows.
coyotes.
i wouldn't have made
it very far,
choking up dust
from the dirt trail.
things would have had
to have been
really bad
to make me leave
the city, with its
crime and rats,
pollution and corruption.
some things you get used
to, and call it
home.