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by Dave
Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #1210613
Taking a break.
Taking a trip to San Juan Capistrano
merely as a bit of playful capriccio,
I seek a break from my hectic routine
just as the swallows begin to convene.

Awakened by the song of the swallows,
I raise my head from billowing pillows
to greet a new day at this vacation villa,
with its glistening snow-capped mountain vista.

The sun’s ray peeks brightly through the window
overlooking the rolling verdant meadow
as I shuffle lazily to the shower
before walking to the breakfast bower.

There a sensational spread awaits, I know.
The bold aroma of fresh-brewed espresso,
croissants, and crunchy almond biscotti
make my indulgences seem almost naughty.

I take a cuppa white-hooded cappuccino
out to enjoy the view from the patio.
A clear crystal flower vase sparkles in sunlight
as I soak in the sight of swallows in flight.

Too soon, my spring sabbatical must end.
Like the migrating swallow, I intend
to return next year to San Juan Capistrano
for another cuppa hooded cappuccino.

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