They are just like hamsters-
retired hamsters of the Catawba Island Club.
They race between Florida and Ohio, one shoreline to another,
in that big waiting room.
They race around on artificial paths, around an artificial pond set in an artificial landscape
chasing little white balls or riding their speedy golf carts or bikes all to exercise their withered limbs.
All in pursuit of staying young (the one thing they can’t buy) and alive (the one thing they can for awhile at least).
I guess we’re all like hamsters on their various tracks, even the bag lady pushing her shopping cart is just following her
own track…her own Hamster bubble.