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Mrs Timetable Aug 2020
I want to get away
Get away to that place
That place with the balcony, the umbrella
And the cold sand

What if  I can’t
What if I can’t escape
Escape to that space
That place in another land

Would you please just
Just give me that touch
The escaping sensation  
Of your healing hands
Your writing hand needs a vacation anyways
Mary-Eliz May 2018
waking on a summer morn
has always
made me somewhat sad
at least
since I've been grown

foreboding
in the mind
and weighty remnants
of bizarre dreams

coffeemaker
fills my morning
cup
clears my head a bit

but as the day
matures
humidity settles in

the air feels thick and heavy
seems a struggle
for lungs to take it in

you can see
the heat
waving
in ripples
as it rises

in that smoldering heat
some are in their
element

yes
it's true

some do like it hot

not me

I don't enjoy
"sunbaking"

brutal heat is not
my friend

nor is the sun

at least not for long

so close

I know its rays
are more
than pale skin
will stand

and what about
the flora

unless the heavens
bless the earth
with frequent soaking
rain

the heat will be
a strain on
the plants
I dearly love

if I remember
to water thoroughly
when they need
they'll stay green
and lush

but
my wallet's green
will shrink

still

summer has its
good points
and
amusing things to do

ice cream cones
evening drives
picnics at the park

swimming pools
water parks
and just the garden hose
can help
to cool you off

backyard cookouts
fireworks
iced tea and
lemonade

vacation if you
can afford

if not

stay-cation's
the latest thing

maybe best part
of summer
though

is what
is
coming next

those cool
clear
days of autumn
to refresh
the air

renewing
mind
and body
too
Not really wishing away time, just hope the heat and humidity doesn't get too crazy too soon!
Lunar May 2016
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
to j x s!
please drive safely and stay in your lane!
home is where the heart is, and it's with him.

— The End —