Poem 11

I read "Vacation" by Rita Dove.

I actually had to read this a twice to get the scene she was describing. But aside from that she placed in her poem the joy that is waiting for a plane to your vacation destination. She describes how everyone seems to work for what she is experiencing and going to experience and how much she enjoys it. I agree with her descriptions on how such a stupid little thing like lying in the sun can make a person happy, but we work for it all the same.