If I sign papers
they say I can stay here
forever
until I sign more papers
and then travel west
onto the new land
I can hold forever.
The forests and fields
turn to sagebrush and desert
and eventually there is ocean.
They come again
with papers,
medals from Washington,
and mocking smiles.
What swath of ocean floor
fathoms deep
will I hold forever?
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