Desert Sanctuary
tastefully demolished
refurbished with steam shower
accommodates six
comfortably
amidst field of synthetic grass
fiber optic stars in a tile ceiling
walnut and steel walls.
The broker steams himself
with his brother-in-law,
who sprawls across the black onyx floor
He’s been in there too long
Talking about visions
plans for the surroundings
22 foot ceilings
cast iron columns
sundrenched sales associates
low maintenance billionaires
with mile-long oak cloaks
and the Star Axis
an observatory
higher than the World Trade
Tilting
toward the sun
painted green
deep green
deeper green.
Yes, that’s it.