they are happy to see you,
the boys
at the hotel door
rushing to pop your trunk
grab your bags,
your coat and luggage,
your beach chairs
and umbrella.
welcome back they say
with a smile.
we remember you. remember
her. is she coming too?
not this year,
you tell them, or the next
or the next.
I need a vacation
from all of that. some
deep and relaxing rest.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
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