Felix
Felix walked through waist-high grass
allowing the ends to skim his fingertips;
to quell an anxiety that he knew was
after all, unwarranted
Our empire of glass and smoke and plastic
amused him, transfixed him
and with a cool grin he contemplated
the movement, color, noise
neon and perpetual
before him
His alpine eyes rung, hopeful for us
as he asked old questions
of our top-of-the-line policies
and one could not help feeling some pride
while chauffeuring him from the interstate
uptown to the eurofashionable plaza
where soy products are peddled
and all of this time
how absolutely Swiss of him
at the airport he finalized a three page journal entry
concerning his days among us
and our how our curious attractions
and voluntary exchange of flesh for capital
had impressed upon him a terrible understanding
he is a dreamer
let us leave him.
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