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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