four days three nights

the brochure

is full of promise.

look at how blue the water

is, the sky.

how white the sand

is curving

along the island.

look at them,

the couple, so in love,

so perfectly

fit and young.

tanned like

melba toast.

i believe they've never

had a trouble

in their lives,

nothing has ever gone

wrong.

and what about us, should

we sign

on the dotted line,

make reservations for

the flight?

are we worthy of such fun.

of such

earthly delights?

or are we off to the boardwalk

again,

a four hour drive,

to the Ferris Wheel,

to salt water taffy

and to the ocean view motel,

four days,

three nights.