Do not put off your sailing lessons any longer.

Pack your duffle bags.

Vista footfalls, no complaints desk –

you can get pregnant in the tent.

Pilgrims! Start your engines, waiting

for the light in last night’s empty

parking lot. Waiting on loose change.

The bullhorn on the pickup cries

political slogans en espanol and

the posters hardly look real.

To my fellow wanderers

(stuttering like vending machines):

We will quit our whining.

Enough with the pull tabs and plastic wrap.

We will walk from this humid,

disintegrating strip mall.

We will walk like abandoned machinery

into the pale, collapsing dawn.