Sawdust War

Sawdust War

You took me on vacation,
sans a plane or boat. Where 
did we walk?  Lake Como?  
Paris? Your flat . . . 

those moments of stealing 
away to fulfill a book deal? 
Vast colors and mountains 
of adjectives piled high 

as decoration (or distraction) 
from the stale stanzas now 
hardened between cardboard 
covers bearing your name.  

I’m thankful.  Thankful 
you didn’t pack your high
school yearbook 
or wedding photos.

–Todd Sukany 25 Feb 2024

but can become paper.  

I smiled my way through the poem.  (I hope I'm supposed to.) It feels light like the beginning of a relationship?  Presented as a memory.
Is this about some poet and her/his poetry book?  talking or interviewing or working a book deal? or presenting a workshop...   
Sounds like the main part is that the personna is company, not the author of the book.  Maybe being together is what's imp to the writer of this poem. 
How he gets there is not that important ... sans boat or plane.
I really like stale stanzas now hardened... (not freshly written.)
Poems are now between hard covers rather than soft covers.
(I'm guessing that's the sawdust war? referring to book???
Poets are also whittling on their work....editing like carpenters with saws. 
Probably not someone sharing intimate or serious history of self. Personna is thankful.

Format makes it easy to read. Nice work.
I like the alliterations too.