Tech Milfs

Tech Milfs

Tech milfs with sad eyes
Stroll their newborns sadly
Under eucalyptus trees a species
Ranchers brought here
To break up the sea wind
Their husbands have gone back
To work at Google or Meta or X
They don’t think of lonely women
In muslin gowns in sepia tones
Walking widows’ walks wishing
The trees would grow faster
The wind drove them
Mad raping their hair
Which sparked in mirrors
As they beat at it with gold-
Backed brushes at dusk
When the wind lay dead in the meadows
So I will think of them for them
I will will them to know that
They’re not the first to have felt this
Lonely this lost despite
The map that says “You’re here”