Wednesday, February 17, 2010

An Ode to Spring

Penned this while waiting to board my plane this morning:

Goodbye, wife. Goodbye, son.
Goodbye, Barkley. I won't be long.

Goodbye, car and goodbye, home.
Now, in rentals and Marriotts I'll roam.

Goodbye, closet and all your space.
All I need's in this suitcase.

Homecooked meals and good night's sleep,
down the road, again we'll meet.

Goodbye, winter. Goodbye, snow.
I won't miss you, truth be told.

For it's time for sunshine and baseball games.
That is, unless of course... rains.

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