I tossed
toiletries
–encased in make-up
kits,
I launched
Kindle books
–enwrapped in pleather pads,
I lobbed
carry on
–complete with shoulder straps,
I threw dirty duds
–drug through endless muck,
I pitched Samsonites
–along with broken wheel
I stole unchecked bags
–grabbed from carousel,
and spinning, I
ex-claimed–
lightened
but laden
(anew)
so chagrinned
to pass through gate,
and different sky
–lacking cap.
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