Arthur Turfa

One morning you will decide
that this is the day to escape:

time to load the car, leave
the madness and mayhem.

Soon we will drive along
mesas, snow-capped mountains,

along the Natchez Trace
and the Appalachian chain.

Maybe we will leave the car
at the airport and fly to

that city on a cliff in Spain
you saw online or Vienna

where I will lure you to Sopron
and show you the family homestead.

Tell me when, my love, and I will
Get the bags from upstairs.