leaving work, I stole a quick glance
at the rearview,
reminded myself to breathe.
it’s just a long weekend,
a blissful few days to catch my breath,
with(out) the world upon my back.
and if I go dancing out across the yellow moon
mingling with wispy moonlit clouds,
maybe I’ll catch up with my golden friend,
frolicking among the sparkling stars.
we’ll be the light together
if only for a minute
another quick peek at the rearview,
and I bite my lip, checking myself,
I’d better pack a bag…
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 53.13 Topic: Vacation
Hard Bonus (2 points): Include a Grateful Dead Lyric or Title — italicized
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Mention a Fur Coat — bolded