it seems of a certain age
is moving
to Florida.
collecting
their pay and heading south.
cashing in.
i see them packing
their cars,
their trucks
and vans. loading things
onto the roof.
the kids are grown,
the dogs
have died.
now it's our time they
say with
a weary smile.
golf clubs and fishing
poles hang
out the window
as they take off,
but they don't get far,
they have to stop
to pee
before the second mile.
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