travel section

when i open the newspaper
just once,
i would like all the news
it contains
to be beautiful.

i would like the whole dang thing
to be like the travel section:
all beauty and delight
and laughing sun-kissed faces
in absolutely impossible sunhats
and suspiciously staged photographs of meals
so rich and delicous
they cannot be real, and yet, somehow, are.

and the only depressing news we can find
is that the ferry
to that unnamed charming island
will only run four times instead
of six
on sundays.