Off we go to France
where ils parlent tous en francais
where we will eat fromage and drink du vin.
I will celebrate!
but first I must not procrastinate,
the bags call to be filled
with undies, pants and frills,
we must get ready to go!
I'll take a vacation day from writing
late into the night.
the dental floss is whining and
the toothpaste is oozing through the cap,
my pajamas would be dancing but they are damp
in the laundry,
I just remembered.
the flowers are wilting from lack of water,
the dishes are undone,
so I'll take a vacation from writing
and floss and brush my teeth, hang the
laundry, summarily dump the flowers
off the back porch and climb into
bed with my beloved.
bike shorts - two pairs: check
bike shoes and jerseys, a raincoat
in case it rains.
some blouses and a skirt, a scarf
to wrap around my neck on a chilly evening.
yes, a toothbrush, etc
I'm starting to pack so early this time
having sorted laundry
having found my suitcase
and when the climbing gets tough
my left hand will reach for the electric assist
and I'll fly past my beloved,
waving as I go by
I will wait at the top of Alpe d'Huez,
glass of wine in one hand
cheese and bread in the other.
there were three groups of them,
two older women with bad teeth, heavy, dressed in rags,
another group of four men, handing a bottle back and forth
and another group of men, I didn't see what they were doing
as I rode my bicycle through a cloud of cigarette smoke.
this morning, I watched them pack up their bedrolls
from under the bridge
and yesterday, a man was sleeping against the fence,
wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm.
they are everywhere
and no where, hidden in bushes across the creek,
talking to themselves and squatting behind trees.
they will not go away and even after three glasses
of wine and the best wishes, we find no solutions
for them except to keep them from starving or freezing
at least, hoping some will find their way.