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In Transit
Time to leave this Milkshake Land
smooth, rich and yummy
home of padded rugs
and Muzak-coated silence
where lawns are green
and streets are clean
and empty.
“Fasten your seat belts please
And turn off all electronic devices.”
Where you have a nice day
and curb your dog
and promenade your baby
along the empty streets
past rows of houses
uniformly neat.
“Would you like chicken or beef?
Coffee or tea?”
What to choose?
Chicken or beef?
Coffee or tea?
Red wine or white?
Green lawns or sand?
Logic or madness?
Handshake or fist?
“Fasten your seat belts please.
We’ll be landing at Ben Gurion Airport
in five minutes”.
I choose home
and the inevitable.
(First published in Moment, August 2002) |
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