“If I didn’t own boots, I wouldn’t need feet.” - Joe Pug
and the wheels of the luggage and the clicks
and clacks of shoes and all that. But mostly
sadness. Because everyone misses someone
and if they don’t have someone to miss, then
they miss someone they don’t know yet.
And so mostly sadness. On the tracks
abandoned long ago, mostly, because we couldn’t
go where they could go, because the future paints
itself faster than the artist moves the brush
and time plays tricks on our lives.
The moon was in the sky but now it’s on the ground
again (beating like a lone heart unclaimed,
eternally riding the conveyor belts of baggage claim).
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