Why can’t I teach Creative Writing in Minnesota?
Or, better still, be Poet in Residence in Santa Fe?
Where golden-limbed girls with a full quota
Of perfect teeth lionize me, feed me, lead me astray.
A professorship, perhaps, visiting in Ann Arbor?
(Nothing too strenuous, the occasional social call.)
What postcards I can write, what ambitions I can harbour:
Hawaii in the springtime, Harvard in the fall.