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
aging.
forgetting to book
the most important
leg of a journey
shows how desperately
one needs to
get the hell out of town
