The Saturday Shack

A fantasy, each day a Saturday

Spent perfecting New York-style

Pickles in a country shack

The potager cottage garden

Tended in some retirement

Cliche of that other life.

I sped past the suburbs

In the countryside, noting

My own lazy judgements

Of others’ lives, deliberating

The winding roads out of

Highway’s sight, a thousand

Distant shacky Saturday escapes.

 

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