The need for new experience burns brightly
gummed into these walls daily and nightly.
I think back to my great escapes
first road-trip blown interstate —
like a loose leaf.
Thrilled like a thief
cutting open his first safe, hoping for something good,
but okay if it’s just a cheap bauble of simple wood.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 
I am sure to feel like that Covid is over & I go for a long road drive! Escape! Drive against the wind
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“bauble” I like better than “bobble” but it’s your poem. I do like the clouds above the bridge.
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Nice catch. Thanks.
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