That’s Where I’ll Be

That’s Where I’ll Be

This morning, even though I’m waking up
(as always) in the permanently permafrosted
far-from-any-boardwalk’s hinterland, without
any real chance of the tarred roof melting
(no matter how hard the sun beats down)
it seems like, even this early, when it might be
least expected, I can hear it clearly:
                                                              the sound
of a happy carousel spinning in a park overhead;
and I could really go for one of their hot dogs or
maybe some french fries for breakfast.
                                                                    But no.
I know it’s all in my head. And besides, I don’t
have fireproof feet; and all that sunshine’s bad
for what’s left of my skin.
                                              I guess I’ll just stay
right here, have my fun before the sun comes
up, avoid the boardwalk’s imaginary carousel;
right here, under the blankets with my baby.

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Poets And Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #60
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RDP Sunday ~ BLANKET
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9 thoughts on “That’s Where I’ll Be

  1. Looks like I wasn’t the only one having weird dreams last night! I enjoyed hearing the Drifters again!

  2. Love it Who wants a boardwalk’s imaginary carousel if you can stay under the blanket with your baby…and especially if you don’t have fireproff feet haha

  3. Having baby at hand does let the reader view this poem in a different light when a mother caring for the child which occupies so much of her time. So she imagines the world she cannot enjoy
    for some time with the little one to tend and feed.

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