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When Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife Goes Wrong

You dream about a layover
and drinking tea at a café
that’s like your teenage hangout
but different

There’s a stranger you want to impress
and your bags have all been lost
You’re trying not to panic
because you forgot
to claim them

But then they come
opened and spilled
with everything strewn
in every direction

Not just clothes
but a yard sale of junk
and nothing fits
where it once did
and nothing feels like yours

You leave the mess
but vow to come back
You can’t sort it out
and your bus is arriving

It takes the long loop
of a familiar route
Just you and the driver
You sit half-way back

You watch sunset turn to dusk
as if you never left
as if there was no difference
between leaving
and coming home

____Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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