Morning in the camper van

Sausage rolls and
no guilt for breakfast.
Clean your teeth in red wine,
let your hair dry in the wind.

Tanned skin,
the smell of summer.
Feet up on the dashboard,
pastel pink toenails against
a cornflower sky.

Endless possibilities
tucked tight
in the glove box.

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