NOT FOR ME (apparently)

Even today as then,
I search and imagine
a quiet gentle village
of friendly neighbors
away near a seashore
by some forested hills
where I could live simply
to wander free and safe
for many creative years,
my elderly prescription -
though any such local haven
now bought, hyped and sold
into this mad obese economy
where rad poets like me
feel close to extinction.

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