February 21st, 2007

Spring break is coming.
Like a sausage dangling in front of a
Craving canine.

People planning potential paradise,
If only for a fort-night.

And then there is me.
Not offered the release.

It hasn't been offered before,
But each year I feel as a
Schoolgirl watching my peers
Rush out to recess
Behind the bars of glass.

Instead of Mexico, California or Florida,
I will bask in my computer's glow
With palm trees and a strategically-placed hammock
Plastered as a screen saver

And create priceless local memories.