Bon Voyage

Three weeks from now I’ll be away from here,
near midway through a tantalizing trip.
I used to travel thus most every year,
the chosen mode quite often via ship.
But Covid intervened with crowding fear,
with age and caution acting like a whip
that drove me home, corralling wanderlust.
And now though old I’m kicking off some dust.

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