poetry, writing

Getaway

The keys are calling to me,

Beckoning me with turquoise waves.

Ripples and splashes upon the shore,

Multi-colored shells tumble in the wake.

I am longing for a day I can drift away,

Float above the reefs and watch little fish.

Then sit on the shore in the evening breeze,

Appreciate the heat on my shoulders,

As the sun slips down below the horizon.

Dreaming of a getaway months away,

I’m ready for it to be here today.

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