Baggage

Far above the ball
called life, memories
sail past in dry air.

First cigarette rolled
a mere speck,
Shivering in salt as

soft skin pressed
against the back
now a flash of light.

Only rising mountains
can scrape clean the
past as it clings tight

to future’s home.

Baggage

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