Relieved laughter the day I left,
Rolling in orange and silver –
A getaway to the rest of my life.
Sunlight winked on Ponchartrain
As the city rose over gobbled miles
And I ate it like candy.
Days flew by, seagulls and parrots,
A pilgrim becoming part of,
Settling in.
Another leaving – one family for another,
Opening newborn eyes, pulling toward,
Kicking stale air, curry and cappuccino
Swirled in my wake.
Awashed on a shoreline
Of five years’ time, I flew many distances
But always returned to the nest until
The nest blew apart, scattered bits
And dried up steam settling in new worlds,
Places never dreamed or imagined –
An unwanted leaving, an assimilation forced.
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NaPoWriMo, Day 3 prompt:
write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.
Charlotte Hamrick 
A getaway to the rest of my life.
I have a moment like that – I guess we all do. And I can so see New Orleans in this – need to get back down there. It’s been too long. Thank you for this lovely reminder.
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An unwanted leaving, an assimilation forced
sometimes that’s the only way, isn’t it?
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Life will have its way with us. (K)
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Yep and we might as well get used to it!
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Lots of movement and life here. Just how I imagine your life to be. One leaving is another coming.
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So true!
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