we loved a lot,
fought a little
made up
walked tons
looked at birds
so much my eyes hurt
sat on a boardwalk
at the beach
in front of the weather channel
we ate noodles, fish, rice
we even ate turkey
birds inside & out
washed down with coffee, tea and wine
we talked
birds
birds
birds
I was so excited
had to walk away
take a break
draw a picture
look at my cuticles
we're home and lonesome
town's traffic replaced ocean waves
up at the crack-of-dawn
searching for passerines
9 comments:
Rob, your vacation sounds like just what I would like ... about now.
I hope that when I am very old and unable to travel, my memory brings back all the beauty of KaiLuum, Paradise Island, Batha England and New Orleans in 1968 (before MLK was shot). Now you have given me a glimpse of Plum Island to add on.
mmmmmmmmmmm birds birds birds! nice poetic post
hey berta,
wouldn't it be grand to carry one's vacation around as if it was permanent? hey, plum island at the co-op! oh, another bird on your shoulder, right there at the vitamin department. that's some plum of an island right in the city...Buddha in Manhattan!
keep the bliss...
hey, why do my comments have a garbage can again?? well! i never!
My dear Botz, the cans are for deleting a comment if you wanted to. Forinstance if I misspelled something and wanted to delete it...
hello, i understand that BUT my comments are the only ones with a garbage can. Que?
B, every comment has a can.
I gotta can you gotta can she's gotta can
we all gotta can, here a can there...
faskanating. i do not have the pleasure of seeing everyone else's garbage can, if i can-can. you can see mine...i can't see yours'. hhmmm...
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