We are travellers
some light
with a backpack
some burdened
with flashy luggage
was it from Winners?
but at every stop
along the way
we leave
something behind
a baseball mitt
on the bleachers
a cellphone
tucked in the seat
of the departure lounge
tokens of our being
in that place and time
treasures for others
or cargo
for the dumpster
we forget the tokens
at the next turn
but remember
the smiles and tears
of the blue-eyed girl
half waving
as she turns to go
leaving something behind
…a memory.
ml’25
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