Poetry Travel

Last Night in Vegas



Dressing up and dressing off


In Vegas we stayed at a castle

a screaming floor full of ‘winners’

they’d made it here

landed in a bleak desert

from the sky or over dry land.


We’ve projected beyond

the desert people camps

the lonely fifty mile road

through a reservation

to a glass U walk suspended

over a natural wonder.


But most people stay

in Vegas, if they visit Nevada

the ‘on’ switch turns at 8pm.

Quiet malls become clubs with

long lines and the noise of the street

belongs inside by night.


Peace may only rest in the cliff cracks

of Zion two hundred miles east.

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