I see a vacation
coming. a four day breather
on the bay.
I see food and drinks.
morning coffee.
I see the water
and the sky.
the white gulls.
I see books, poetry
and fiction.
long walks against
the sunset,
the sunrise.
I see lingering in bed
with nowhere to go.
I see nothing but fun
and relaxation.
come on week, fly by.
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