...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Thursday, March 23, 2017

19. Vocation / Vacation

The idea that's coming into my mind,
attached to this title, is one that is better

than my given vocation, at least as
currently conceived, can with the energy in me

muster. I need a vacation. Somewhere warm,
with waves, and three books. A bed in a room

on the second floor, with windows thrown open
and screens to keep out insects. Three records

for the turntable. Margaritas. No alarm clocks.
No clocks at all. No conception of time. Time.

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