Murray – Las Vegas

Las Vegas

The city a vast cardboard
neon wasteland
full of luscious oases
Past the noisy cigar filled casinos
with artificial blue sky and fluffy clouds
grow glass poppies the size of small trees
Spanish moss and cherry blossoms
hang from a huge banyan tree
Sea pine, juniper and chocolate gelato
transport me to Tuscany
I am part of the glittering Eiffel Tower
As cancan dancers perform high kicks and wild splits
I find the Paris of Moulin Rouge
Bellagio’s fountains dance
I linger at street cafes
feeding sparrows fresh baguettes
tour art galleries
filled with Impressionist paintings
ride gondolas in shallow canals by Piazza San Marco
like Frank and Paul before me
I do it
My way.

 

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