Vacation

Lake Choctaw

After years of chasing paper

my bones have turned to stone

I search for a chance to escape

Freedom beckons

A call to spread wings that have been clipped

if only for a day

A moment to feel the sun’s warmth on my face

To get lost in a trance and dream of bubbling fountains

cascading on serene waters of the pristine lake

A respite to replenish what was lacking

before stone turns to dust

before paper wins the race



Prompt 45 – Midweek Wordle #7



photo: mine

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