I Am Luggage II
Grandfather was a carpetbagger,
grandma a steamer trunk,
a chest full of hope.
Suitcase and cosmetic bag,
Mom and Dad connected
in Greyhound's lost and found.
Created for overhead bins
railway luggage racks,
and a roll down express runways,
desirous of designer bags,
more often seen in the company
of rucksacks and sleeping bags.
A green scuff from a golf bag,
a tear from runaway skis,
khaki stains from a trip with Co. C,
room for journals and pencils,
extra paperbacks and socks,
ready to travel at a ticket's drop -
Familiar with Logan and O'Hare,
John Wayne, LAX and SFO,
rolling concourses past gates A and Z.
Grandfather hopped the rails,
grandma hide outlaws under her lid,
mom and dad found love on the bus.
Retired, packed and set to go -
stops at Limerick, Matsushima,
a flight over the Sea of Cortez
on warm Western winds
until my wheels wear to metal
and handles catch in the carousel.
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