deserts as far as the eye can see
and a neon aurora dancing at a slight distance
the first (and so far last) time I saw Las Vegas
it was coming out of the desert
the night sky washing out as my travel companion and I
were rolling in for a $10 motel and a $3 breakfast
(this was a hell of a long time ago
it was like a bad sci-fi movie
some gofer's idea of Heinlein or Asimov
and just seven hours away from Santa Monica
to an early place where my life
would begin to fragment...
now when I think of it
it is more vivid than other memories to which I've clung
and to which I added onto my sad self-biography...
it means nothing now...Las Vegas and Santa Monica
so long ago that they sound like someone else's story...and are....
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