forgetting to book

the fine art of

planning travel

is very different

than the love of travel

for me, its

as satisfying as:

the sound and feel

of a dentist’s drill

a blow-out on the highway

during inclement weather

identity theft mid- holiday

on the yucatan peninsula

or the debilitating

aches & pains

of  this non-graceful


forgetting to book

the most important

 leg of a journey

shows how desperately

one needs to

get the hell out of town

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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