Getting Out of Dodge

Barcelona is beautiful
she says,
staring at the brochure.
let's go there, but then again,
there's Santorini,
and Naples,
Rome and Paris.
okay. I say. pick a month
and we'll go.
we'll jet over
and sail from port to port.
we'll see the world,
eat, drink, make love
until the money runs low.
life is so short, so brief,
so open to so much fun
and joy. what are we
doing here? let's finally
get out of dodge,
grab your suitcase,
let's run.