we're here honey

we finally make it to florida,
retired,
the gold watch on my wrist.

the kids all grown.

everything we own is in the trailer
that we've pulled for the last thousand miles.

I have my flowery shirt on, my sandals.
my shorts
and wide brimmed hat.

sunglasses in place.

I grab an orange off a tree,
peel it and take a bite,
letting the juices run
down my chin.

i look up

at the ever present sun. a yellow
hot face
spreading its warmth
over everything.

the blue water and white sand
stretches out forever before us.

I notice there's a lot of old people
here sitting in chairs
fanning themselves with menus.

I tell my wife of forty years, well,
here we are.

we're done.
and she sighs and says, it's too
hot, and look
there's a lizard running towards us.

i'm getting back into the car,
and turning it around,
tell me when
you're done.