Vacations Await, Poet. Poem by Eric Gibson
Vacations Await, Poet.
Won't be long now.
I know,
crouching among the bushes
of the minutes and hours
to come,
movement and escape is
waiting with maternal rescue.
Helicopter pilots,
squinty eyes in dusty journeys,
they're all there.
'Take me to her, '
I'll say.
Through chutes and
branches of commerce and
transportation I'll go.
On the other side,
an angel.
Won't be long now.
Won't be long now....
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