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Feb 2018
a polkadotted
full of problems
tied to a stick
slung across
my shoulder

from one place
to another

never questioning
why I bother
all over

a runaway
to sunny beaches
gloomy cities
far off reaches
of far earth

with stars poured
in my eyes
and hard-earned
pennies in
my purse

hoping that
this time will
be different

it couldn't
be worse


©2018 Adelaide Heathfield
Ever the escapist. Seeing new places with rose-colored glasses. Believing that everything will be better "over there". But forgetting to deal with my problems before I leave.
Adelaide Heathfield
Written by
Adelaide Heathfield  31/F/Peekskill, NY
(31/F/Peekskill, NY)   
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