Life Is a Suitcase

Daybreak in a
Closed  airport lounge bar
A delivery boy passes, catches
First flight, new stretchy orange
Magic suitcase on hand;
Empty, he wants to bring it back
Full
Maybe let it out,
Never return at all,
Fill it with souvenirs from
Afar. Years peel by, one last time he
Flies and an X-ray technician
Flags this

Weathered
Orange

Magician’s
Suitcase
Brimming with
Postcards
Where you
Going
Mystery
Man, nice tan, where
You been,
And where’d
You get
Those clothes
?

 

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