Hotel Treasures

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What a treasure it is to find,
A glorious throne to the weary road warrior,
An alter to comfort,
Invitation to rest and relaxation,
A trap for the mind, body and soul.
It’s home when it looks like this.

You have no idea,
What a sad tragedy hotel room furniture is,
And when I walk into a room,
In the middle of the great prairie,
And see this?

Oh my heart melts.
My spirit flies.
My aging bones sigh with nirvana.

Author: David Warlick

David Warlick has been an educator for the past 40+ years. He continues to do some writing, but is mostly seeking his next intersect between play, passion and purpose, dabbling in photography, drone videography and music production.