Tonight's Poet Corner: Our Vacation

Our Vacation
by Belinda Roddie

In the bowels of Topanga, we drank
margaritas, chomped on tacos de pescado,
and danced until our feet hurt. I carried you
up to the tiny loft where our bed sat waiting.
Come, it whispered. Settle down after a
long, hot, fiery night.

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