Straight from the mind while on my grind. Raw observations of my Friday morning.
Bags for Days
That young lady’s got bags for days!
Purse, pack, cross-body, and tote
piled on her person.
Like this morning she woke up and decided
she was done with the world.
Just put on her good jean jacket
and too-cool hat,
packed up the parts of her life she wanted
She got her bags movin’ quickly.
She ain’t hurrying away,
she’s movin’ toward.
She’s thinkin’ with her feet.
She trusts them.
They’ll lead her away
from where she’s been.