Sunday afternoon, last day of my vacation. This has been a great two weeks, even if I haven't quite been able to produce any writing from it yet. Did some reading and relaxing and except for a bout of food poisoning at the end, was in every way a perfect vacation. However, every good thing comes to an end, I suppose. I know I am not looking forward to going back to work, but who ever is? Anyway, this poem from
Second April, by ESVM pretty much expresses how I will be feeling at this time tomorrow.
No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain the flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach;
Nothing in this place.
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