no stuffing the car with
packages.
no hot plates loaded
onto the floor of
the front seat.
no plants.
no boxes or bags for
the trunk,
or roof.
no map to look at to
find the interstate.
no gassing up, and scraping
the windows
of ice,
of turning
on the radio
to sing.
no travel, this year.
to a house full of friends
and family,
strangers alike,
and it's a wonderful thing.
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