The world needs more roving bands

--Gypsy caravans!

    Seekers, surfers,

    In search of the perfect wave

    As Monks, Nirvana,

Motley musicians,

Toothless magicians

And Voodoo queens

    In carts, on buses, on foot

    Riding stolen horses through

    Rough Indian gaming preserves,

Merry Prankster Merry Men

Wassailing a trick-or-treat

Mad-embracing existence,

    Errant knights of

    Faerie and friars and peddlers

    And fortune-telling jugglers-in-the-dark,

Lovers and rovers in the moonlight,

Dead-Head wanderers,

Bootleggers, smugglers,

    Illegal Immigrants

    And Yes! Even highwaymen and loose women

    Kerouacking in the dust

    With globetrotting literate playboys

We are a nation without roots,

--Pilgrims!

Unsure of our ancestral homes,

So we settle for

    Apartments,

    Condominiums,

When we should be living

    On the plains

    In the forest

    On the road

Again.

7/27/00