Elizabeth G. Howard

Let’s go on a little
Getaway, a little road trip, let’s
Escape the ho-hum, hum drum
The wires, the cables,
Electrical charges, the
Notifications the reminders, let’s
You and me just
Getaway from it all let’s
Dive into the drone of
The wheels on the road let’s
Not make a playlist let’s
Not hit the redbox let’s
Not count the number
Of underwear to pack or the
Number of stars at the resort.
Let’s fold down the
Seats, eat where we
Stop, stop when we
Ought to let’s just
Getaway, and bend ourselves
Into the curve of the
Highway, loll on
the skin of a lake,
Give ourselves
Up to transient clouds
As we gaze up and
Float clean away.

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Written during National Poetry Month, day 7. To read more poem, click here.