Winged Vaca (as in vacay)


tread pulls and pushes at tarmac and concrete

the world spews by at an excess of 70 miles an hour

all things passing the window pane blur

my body aches with nausea and my eyelids flutter

attempting to be a part of the short road trip

i fail to voice casual conversation, yet overhear much dialogue

my gorgeous love and her mother laugh, chatter, and jest

they enjoy one another’s company as the mass of metal speeds along

i smile and delight in being the “fly on the wall”

they are in their moment and joy radiates

a ride home at the end of a brief vacation

dreams pause, and relaxation resists illness of motion

i desire and need more trips like this to see the birds with legs

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