six days
which swirled
into one
eighteen hundred
miles traveled
to spend the weekend
surrounded by art

a frantic blur
smileshugslaughtertears
a constant overload
of culmination

newfacesnewfriends
old acquantices amid
a sea of excitement
phonefreenoscreens
to filter through
the bombardment

now a fool sits
alone once more
rememberingexistence
hoping the store
of fresh hugs
keeps him going
until the next eventp