All this preparation, all these meetings, all this
Flying, trapped in limousines and hotel rooms,
I've gotten very tired of it. Look here, we're
In Vienna for the third time in the last two years.
As I recall, it's quite a town, with crowded squares
And lovely buildings. I'll be captive, kept from
Them. I've never even seen the Danube.
When we're done, we'll be whisked through
The city's streets to fly back home. I'd rather
Grab my suitcase, take the back stairs out
And run away to...wander, really. That is all.
I don't suppose I will.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-04 at 14:23

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