Summer Trips
As a child sequestered in
the back seat on a long journey,
exiled in one's own world,
a refuge. Deep sleep naps.
Ice-cream stand oases after
a long stretch of highway.
In the front seat: the troubles
of the world, treaties with
foreign nations, domestic squabbles
with aunts and uncles, at times
at a whisper, classified
information.
A whole year of work
brings us this week at the beach.
The Devil's bargain parents made,
a contract that renews every time,
weary after the nine-to-fives,
they unlock the front door.
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