Soot Case

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.