18 Days Off

I’m closing windows, turning off machines,
deploying shades, and soon will lock the door.
Two bags are packed and you know what it means:
I’m off to other regions, to explore
some different ways, fresh attitudes and scenes,
from which I’ll feel renewed and even more.
I’ve made all plans with credit and good faith,
expecting to return September 8th.

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