Why Can't I have one of These Vacations - Sept. 20, 2024

Gary Hunter

Sep 20, 2024

1 min read

Oh that food

the views

those people

the room!

by the third day

I miss the crater in my sofa

the pair of snoring dogs

the late afternoon poem that emerges

like an old friend arriving for tea

I seem to bring my routine-

hardened self on holidays

reluctant to stretch and loosen up

and unpacking in our hotel room

I notice once again

I’ve forgotten to pack my heart

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