The Weekend
Traveler
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs
They drive past my window
where I write.
The weekend traveler
is going.
Going somewhere.
In their cars and trucks,
with trailers and boats,
following along like
obedient children.
They seek fun in the sun,
sounds of the seashore,
BBQ, hotdogs, potato salad,
chips and dips,
and fun.
I see a Frisbee or two,
fishing poles aplenty,
some with coffee cups in hand,
and kids galore.
They are the weekend travelers.
They wait for the ferry
to whisk them away.
From what are they
getting away?
It doesn’t really matter.
We all need that kind of break.
We all need to get away
for a weekend, sometimes.
Originals by P Michael Biggs
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