I'm Being Driven Toward the Door

I've an urge to bolt.  I don't know why.
Could it be that I've tired of one year-olds
Caroming hither and thither around
The house, playing in toilets and falling
Down?  Am I hemmed in by children,
Now parents, who sprawl near the TV
As they drink beer?  Is it because my wife
Will be coming home early, panicked,
Insisting we make more food, or is it because
It's unusually warm for November, a fine
Day to get on my bike and ride hellbent
Toward Fremont, except that tomorrow's
Thanksgiving, so too many cops are apt
To be out?  Maybe it's all of these.  Maybe
It's not.  What I know is that I'd like to bolt.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-23 at 20:37

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
What a claustrophobic feeling this brings except that it's hemming in the mind and the soul. Here's to your situation changing and soon.
2022-11-24