Two trips

Twenty-three years she saved for that train ride
Back across the prairie straight to New York
To visit the places, now-old faces
She knew before she was Mrs. Ripley,
Weather beaten by the Iowa plains.
Of course it would be hard on the old man,
Who sold a pig to help her on her way,
Thus she hurried back, the trip hers, conquered,
To re-don her apron and clean the stove.

Last weekend’s whim: We flew to Las Vegas,
Bet close to everything at once—we lost
So we watched the show of a famous songbird
Or two—what happened to those tigers you
Used to hear about on the news?—before
Doing a little shopping at Caesar’s,
The finest dining at every turn,
Though for the life of me I can’t recall
The names of the restaurants.


© Beth Henary Watson 2015


Mrs. Ripley’s Trip is a short story written by Hamlin Garland in 1888 about a woman who saves about $75 to take a trip after years of not having a day off from her household duties.