2-22-22: Bags
by Jessyka Mitchell
by Jessyka Mitchell
2-22-22: Bags
Bags, Bags.
It’s
Bags everywhere,
Something packed here,
Something found there.
I never knew how someone could lose just
a shoe.
Like some lost one in the hallway of the
Airport.
A kids shoe left from the rush of a family.
Running too fast to their terminal,
Bags half packed,
Pockets mismatched.
Something lost,
Something found,
From moving to and from.