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Traveling Abroad
This warm early-May Thursday evening in St. Louis, Were I not dining alfresco, savoring Beaujolais-Villages, At a neighborhood café, completely at peace,
I might be dreaming of being in Venice or Paris, On the floating deck of a ristorante or the patio of a bistro, Overlooking the Grand Canal or the River Seine.
As it is, I suffer no qualms or compunctions, no regrets. It's comforting, to be so close to home, Knowing my entire trip is just one evening, in duration,
At the modest cost of a meal, an appreciative gratuity, And a few pennies' worth of fuel, To return to my pristine bedroom, undefiled privacy.
Who would believe traveling abroad could be so easy? All you need is a pocketful of vicarious wanderlust And the poet's imagination, in your portmanteau.
05/07/09 - (2)
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