Post-vacation
With my feet back in the Rockies,
no more hula dancers, waterfalls,
black, white and red sand beaches,
exotic food, luxurious hotel room,
I return to caregiving,
housekeeping,
cooking, errand running and shopping
through Wal-Mart and the old lady
at the checkout moves like a sloth
and bumps a shirt hanging beside
her and shuffles over to pick it up,
and I’m beginning to self-destruct,
determined, I put on a brave smile
and cross over to life as I know it.
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