Tagged: vacation

on day two, it felt

on day two, it felt
like the messiest of all
vacations, waking

up in a different place to
call home, unpacking, unpacking
.
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between Monterey

from across Grant

from across Grant
Avenue
, you called
to me – it’s Monday
morning, the streets
are empty, and i am
a stranger, ready
to return home
.
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there’s a middle school

there’s a middle school
field trip feeling
on those late
afternoon flights
the hum of massive
engines weave between
daydreams, whispers,
and minutes that go by
unaccounted for, like
the names of cities,
towns that
hardly register
.
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there are traces of

there are traces of
me
that starts leaving before
i actually leave

the tea cup drying in the
dish rack, the look on your face
.
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once in awhile, you just

once in awhile, you just
have to
get away from the
city, pack the
self-sufficiency, take
the sun

with you.
it’s uncanny
how it works –
another one small
step for man, one
giant leap for
mankind

kind of moment
.
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on the days when you

on the days when you
take time off, you say that
work is a rumor,
you cut up
the day into bite-sized,
manageable chunks,
then wait leisurely
for a sign to begin
.
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