I’m going on vacation in my mind.

I’m going there to see what I might find.

If I’m not back by half past eight,

Please don’t stay. Please don’t wait.

Please don’t call. Please don’t write.

I’m going going out of sight.

Please don’t cry and carry on.

I’m going going going -- gone.

from A Fury of Motion: Poems for Boys (Boyds Mills Press)

©Charles Ghigna

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